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Aga. Go we to council, let Achilles sleep;
ACT III. SCENE III.
An expecting Lover.
No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door
SCENE V. Conftancy in Love protested.
Troilus. True fwains in love shall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Trolus: when their rhimes,
Cref. Prophet may you be!
falfhood! when the've said, as false
SCENE VII. Pride cures Pride.
Pride hath no other glass
Grearnejši (4) As plantage, &c.] The Oxford editor observes,.“ It was heretofore the prevailing opinion, that the production and growth of plants depended much upon the influences of the moon: and the rules and directions given for fowing, planting, grafting, pruning, had reference generally to the changes, the increase, or raining of the moon,”
Greatness, contemptible when it declines.
'Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune, Must fall out with men too: what the declined is, He shall as foon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Shew not their mealy wings but to the summer ; And not a man, for being simply man, Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours That are without him; as place, riches, favour, Prizes of accident as oft as merit; Which, when they fall, (as being slipp'ry standers) The love that leand on them, as slipp’ry too, (5) Do one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall.
Honour, continued Acts necessary to preserve its
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, Like rusty mail in monumental mockery. For honour travels in a strait fo narrow, Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand fons, That one by one pursue; if you give way, Or turn aside from the direct forth-right, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by,
(5) Do.] This is commonly read doth; but so, is not English. Whicb, in the 3d line preceding, is the nominative case, and plural: the rest should all be read as in a parenthesis. I find, the Oxford editor is the only one that reads it properly.
hindermost; and there you lie, Like to a gallant horse fall’n in first rank, For pavement to the abject rear, o'er-run And trampled on: then what they do in present, Tho' less than yours in paft, mutt o'er-top yours. For time is like a fashionable hott, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; But with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewel goes out fighing. O let not virtue feek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, high birth, defert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are fubjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; That all, with one consent praise new-born gawds, Tho' they are made and moulded of things paft; And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More land than they will give to gold o'er dufted : The present eye praises the present object.
Love shook off by a Soldier. Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak, wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his am'rous fold; And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
SCENE VII. Therfites mimicking Ajax.
Ther. A wonder!
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. ! Achil, How so?
Ther. He must fight fingly to-morrow with He&tor, and is fo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
Aibil. How can that be!
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand ; ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say, there were wit in his head, if 'twould out; and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not shew without knocking. The man's undone for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i'th' combat, he'll break’t himself in vain glory. He knows not me: I faid, good-morrow Ajax: and he replies, thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? he's grown a very land-fish, language less, a moniter. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Therfites.
Ther. Who, 1?why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering ; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in's arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make his demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.
Achil. To him, Patroclustell himn, I humbly defire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Heeler to come unarın’d to my tent, and to procure safe conduct for his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious, fix or seven times honour'd, captain, general, of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c.
Patr. Who moft humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent.