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Enter Achilles.

Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha !-Have at thee, Achil. Louk, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Hector.

How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Even with the veil and dark’ning of the sun, Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Be happy, that my arms are out of use:

Hect. I am unarm'd: forego this vantage,5 Greek. My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I But thou anon shalt hear of me again;


(Hector falls. Till when, go seek thy fortune.

[Exit. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Hect.

Fare thee well : Here lies thy heart, sinews, and thy bone. I would have been much more a fresher man, On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother? Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. Re-enter Troilus.

A retreat sounded.

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,

lord. He shall not carryl him; I'll be taken too,

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say!

earth, I reck2 not though I end my life to-day. (Exit. And, stickler6 like, the armies separates. Enter one in sumptuous armour.

My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.— Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

[Sheaths his sword. goodly mark:

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt. I'll frusin it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, SCENE X.--The same. Enter Agamemnon, abide ?

Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and others, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. marching. Shouts within.

(Exeunt. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? SCENE VII.-The same. Enter Achilles, with


Peace, drums. Myrmidons. (Within.)

Achilles !

Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! .Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons ; Dio. The bruit: is-- Hector's slain, and by Achilles. Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel : Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ; Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; || Great Hector was as good a man as he. And when I have the bloody Hector found,

Agam. March patiently along :--Lct one be sent Empale him with your weapons round about;

Achilles see us at our tent. In fellest manner execute4 your arms.

If in his death the gods have us befriended, Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. It is decreed-Hector the great must die. (Exe.

(Exeunt, marching. SCENE VIII. - The same. Enter Menelaus SCENE XI.-Another part of the field. Enter and Paris, fighting: then Thersites.

Æneas and Trojans. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field : at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! | Never go home; here starve we out the night. pow my double-henned sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo !

Enter Troilus. The bull has the game :ware horns, bo! (Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.

Tro. Hector is slain.

Enter Margarelon.

Hector ?-the gods forbid !

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

tail, Ther. What art thou?

In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in I say, at once let your brief plagues be mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. And linger not our sure destructions on! One bear will not bite another, and wherefore Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ; whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. But dare all imminence, that gods and men

Mar. The devil take thee, coward!' (Exeunt. Address their dangers in. Hector is gone ! SCENE IX.Another part of the field. Enter | Let him, that will a screech-owl aye9 be callid,

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead:
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath : Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! Scare roy out of itself. But march, away :

(Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
behind him.

Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight10 upon our Phrygian plains, (1) Prevail over. (2) Care. (3) Burst. (4) Employ. (5) Take not this advantage. (7) Fattening (8) Noise, rumour. An arbitrator at athletic games.

(9) Ever.

(10) Pitched, fixed.

To pray


Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

As many as be here of panders' hall, I'll through and through you !-And thou, great-|| Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : siz'd coward!

Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.- Some two months hence my will shall here be made: Strike a free march to Troy !-- with comfort go: It should be now, but that my fear is this,Hope of revenge shall hide our inward wo. Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : (Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases ;

And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. As Troilus is going out, enter from the other side,

(Exit. Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomyl and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye2 with thy name!

This play is more correctly written than most of

[Exit Troilus. | Shakspeare's compositions, but it is not one of those Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones ! in which either the extent of his views or elevation Oworld! world! world! thus is the poor agent of his fancy is fully displayed. As the story abounddespised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly areed with materials, he has exerted little invention ; you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should but he has diversified his characters with great our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so variety, and preserved them with great exactness. loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?- His vicious characters disgust, but cannot corrupt, Let me see :

for both Cressida and Pandarus are detested and Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, contemned. The comic characters seem to have Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting : been the favourites of the writer: they are of the And being once subdued in armed tail, superficial kind, and exhibit more of manners, than

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-- nature; but they are copiously filled, and powerGood traders in the flesh, set this in your painted fully impressed. Shakspeare has in his story fol. cloths. 3

lowed, for the greater part, the old book of Caxton,

which was then very popular; but the character of (1) Ignominy: (2) Ever.

Thersites, of which it makes no mention, is a procit (3) Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with that this play was written after Chapman had pubemblems and mottoes.

lished his version of Homer. JOHNSON

PERSONS REPRESENTED. Timon, a noble Athenian.

Two servants of Varro, and the Servant of IsiLucius,

dore; two of Timon's creditors. Lucullus, lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid, and Maskers. Three Strangers. Sempronius,

Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
Ventidius, one of Timon's false friends. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
A pemantus, a churlish philosopher.
Alcibiades, an Athenian general.
Flavius, steward to T'imon.


mistresses to Alcibiades.
Lucilius, Timon's servants.

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, Caphis,

and Attendants.
Titus, servants to Timon's creditors.

Scene, Athens; and the Woods adjoining. Hortensius,

Good day, sir.


Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes

From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the flint SCENE I.–Athens. A hall in Timon's house. Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies others, at several doors.

Each bound it chafes. What have you there?

Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your Poet.

book forth?

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment,4 sir. Pain. I am glad you are well.

Let's see your piece. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the


'Tis a good piece. world?

Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. Pain. It wears, sir, as it

Pain. Indifferent.
Ay, that's well known:

Admirable: How this

grace But what particular rarity? what strange,

Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Which manifold record not matches? See,

This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power

Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture Hath conjur’d to attend. I know the merchant.

One might interpret. Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord !

Here is a touch; Is't good?
Nay, that's most fix'd.

I'll say of it,
Mer. A most incomparable man; breath’d, as It tutors nature: artificial strife5

Lives in these touches, livelier than life. To an untirable and continuate? goodness :

Enter certain Senators, and pass over. He passes.3 Jew. I have a jewel here.

Pain. How this lord's follow'd! Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men! Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for that, Pain. Look, more! Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of vile,

visitors. It stains the glory in that happy verse

I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Which aptly sings the good.

Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Mer.

'Tis a good form. With amplest entertainment: My free drift

(Looking at the jewel. Halts not particularly,6 but moves itself Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. In a wide sea of wax : no levell’d malice Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedi- Infects one comma in the course I hold; cation

But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, To the great lord. Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. (4) As soon as my book has been presented to

Timon. (1) Inured by constant practice.

(5) i. e. The contest of art with nature. (2) For continual.

(6) My design does not stop at any particular (03) 1. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds. Icharacter.

it were,

you well.

Leaving no track behind.

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his ranPain. How shall I understand you?

som ; Poet.

l'll unbolt to you. | And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me : You see how all conditions, how all minds l'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as But to support him after.

- Fare Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! (Ex. Their services to lord T'imon : his large fortune,

Enter an old Athenian.
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flat- T'im.

Freely, good father. terer, 2

Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. To A pemantus, that few things loves better

Tim. I have so : what of him? Than to abhor himself: even he drops down Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before The knee before him, and returns in peace

thee. Most rich in Timon's nod.

T'im. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius !
I saw them speak together.

Enter Lucilius.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,

creature, That labour on the bosom of this sphere By night frequents my house. I am a man To propagate their states :3 amongst them all, That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift: Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, Than one which holds a trencher. Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Tim.

Well; what further! Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Translates his rivals,

On whom I may confer what I have got:
'Tis conceiv'd to scope.

The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, || And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Bowing his head against the steepy mount Attempts her love: I prythee, noble lord,
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Join with me to forbid him her resort i
In our condition.

Myself have spoke in vain.
Nay, sir, but hear me on: Tim.

The man is honest. All those which were his fellows but of late

Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
(Some better than his value, on the moment His honesty rewards him in itself,
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, It must not bear my daughter.
Rain sacrificial whisperings4 in his ear,


Does she love him? Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Drinks the free air.

Our own precedent passions do instruct us Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these? What levity's in youth. Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of Tim. (To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ? mood,

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Spurns down her late-belov'd, all his dependants, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,

missing, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, I call the gods to witness, I will choose Not one accompanying his declining foot. Mine heir from forth the heggars of the world, Pain. 'Tis common :

And dispossess her all. A thousand moral paintings I can show


How shall she be endow'd, That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune | If she be mated with an equal husband ? More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in fuTo show lord Timon, that mean eyes6 have seen


all. The foot above the head.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath served me

long; Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Servant of Ventidius talking with him.

For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter. Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you? What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his And make him weigh with her.

Old Ath.

Most noble lord, His means most short, his creditors most strait : Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Your honourable letter be desires

Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my 'To those have shut him up; which failing to him, promise. Periods his comfort.

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may Tim.

Noble Ventidius ! Well; That state or fortune fall into my keeping, I am not of that feather, to shake off

Which is not ow'd to you! My friend when he must need me. I do know him

{Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. A gentleman, that well deserves a help,

Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Which be shall have : I'll pay the debt, and free lordship! him.

Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon: Ven. Seru. Your lordship ever binds him. Go not away.-- What have you there, my friend ? (1) Open, explain.

(3) To advance their conditions of life. (2) One who shows by reflection the looks of his (4) Whisperings of officious servility. patrun.

(5) Inhale. (6) i. e. Inferior spectatorilor


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Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, A pemantus? Your lordship to accept.

Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, 3 which will Tim.

Painting is welcome. not cost a man a doit. The painting is almost the natural man;

Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth?
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, Apem. Not worth my thinking:—How now, poet?
He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are Poet. How now, philosopher?
Even such as they give out. I like your work; Apem. Thou liest.
And you shall find, I like it: wait attendance Poet. Art not one?
Till you hear further from me.

Apem. Yes.
The gods preserve you

! Poet. Then I lie not. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your Apem. Art not a poet? hand;

Poet. Yes. We must needs dine together.—Sir, your jewel Apem. Then thou liest: look in thy last work, Hath suffer'd under praise.

where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. Jew.

What, my lord? dispraise ? Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. T'im. A mere satiety of commendations. Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay If I should pay you for't as 'tis extollid,

thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flattered, It would unclew2 me quite.

is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a Jew.

My lord, 'tis rated

lord! As those, which sell, would give: But you well Tim. What would'st do then, A pemantus? know,

Apem. Even as Apemantus does now, hate a Things of like value, differing in the owners, lord with my heart. Are prized by their masters : believe't, dear lord, Tim. What, thyself? You mend the jewel by wearing it.

Арет. Ау. Tim.

Well mock'd. Tim. Wherefore? Mer. No, my good lord; he speaks the common Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. tongue,

Art not thou a merchant? Which all men speak with him.

Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid ? Apem. Traffic confound thee, if the gods will not ! Enter Apemantus.

Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it.

Apem. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound Jew. We will bear, with your lordship.

thee! Mer.

He'll spare none.
T'im. Good morrow to thee, gentle A pemantus !

Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
Apem. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good morrow Tim. What trumpet's that?
When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves


'Tis Alcibiades, and honest.

Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide to know'st them not.

(Exeunt some Attendants. Apem. Are they not Athenians ?

You must needs dine with me :-Go not you hence, Tim. Yes.

Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's done, Apem. Then I repent not.

Show me this piece.--I am joyful of

your sights. Jew. You know me, A peniantus.

Enter Alcibiades, with his company. Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I calld thee by thy name.

Most welcome, sir!

[They salute. Tim. Thou are proud, Apemantus.


So, so; there! Apem. Of nothing so much, aso that I am not Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! like Timon.

That there should be small love 'mongst these Tim. Whither art going?

sweet knaves, Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains. And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

Into baboon and monkey. 4 Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed law.

Most hungrily on your sight. Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus ? Tim.

Right welcome, sir: Apem. The best, for the innocence.

Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it? In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter;

(Exeunt ali but Apemantus. and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. Pain. You are a dog.

Enter two Lords. Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's 1 Lord. What time a day is't, A pemantus? she, if I be a dog?

Apem. Time to be honest. s'im. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?

1 Lord. That time serves still. Apem. No; I eat not lords.

Apem. The more accursed thou, that still Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies.

omit'st it. Apem. O, they eat lords ; so they come by great 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. bellies.

Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.

heat fools. Apem. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. labour.

Apem. Thou art a fool, to bid me farewell twice, (1) Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what (3) Alluding to the proverb: Plain dealing is a they profess to be.

jewel, but they who use it beggars. (2) To unclew a man, is to draw out the whole (4) Man is degenerated; his strain or lineage is mass of his fortunes.

worn down into a monkey,

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