I charge thee, ufe her well, even for my Charge: Diom. Oh, be not mov'd, prince Troilus. Par. Hark, Hector's trumpet! --- no. [Sound trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning? The Prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him in the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to field with him. Diom. Let me make ready ftrait. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity Let us addrefs to tend on Hector's heels: The Glory of our Troy doth this day lye On his fair worth, and single chivalry. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Grecian Camp, Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, ITERE art thou in appointment fresh and Aga. HER fair, (22) (22) Here art thou in Appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating Time. With farting Courage, Give with thy Trumpet, &c.] I have alter'd the Pointing of this Paffage for this Reafon: The Poet feems to mean, that Ajax fhew'd his starting Courage in coming into the Field before the Challenger. Anticipating Anticipating time with ftarting courage. Ajax. Trumpet, there's my purfe; Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Out-fwell the cholick of puft Aquilon: Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes fpont blool: Thou blow'ft for Hector. Ulyf. No trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early day. Aga Is not yond' Diomede with Calchas' daughter? He rifes on his toe; that spirit of his In afpiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomede, with Creffida. Aga. Is this the lady Creffida? Dio. Ev'n fhe. Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet lady. Ulf. Yet is the kindness but particular; 'Twere better, fhe were kifs'd in general. Neft. And very courtly counfel: I'll begin. So much for Neftor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kiffing once. For thus pop'd Paris in his hardiment, Uly. O deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns, Patroclus kiffes you. Men. O, this is trim. this mine Patr. Paris and I kifs evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kifs, Sir; lady, by your leave, Cre. In kifing do you render or receive? R 4 Patr. Patr. Both take and give. Cre. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give ; Therefore no kifs. Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cre. You are an odd man, give even, or give none. Men. An odd m'an, lady? every man is odd. Cre. No, Paris is not; for you know, 'tis true, That you are odd, and he is even with you. Men. You fillip me o'th' head. Cre. No, I'll be fworn. Uly. It were no match, your nail against his horn = May 1, fweet lady, beg a kiss of you? Cre. You may. Ulf. I do defire it. Cre. Why, beg then. Ulyf. Why then, for Venus' fake, give me a kifs, Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Dio. Lady, a word-I'll bring you to your Father. [Diomede leads out Creffida. Ulf. Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip: [Trumpet within. Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants. All. The Trojans' trumpet! Aga. Yonder comes the troop. Aine Hail, all the State of Greece! what fhall be done To him that Victory commands? Or do you purpose, A victor shall be known? will you, the Knights Shall Shall to the edge of all extremity Aga. Which way would Hector have it? Achil. 'Tis done like Hector, but fecurely done, (23) A little proudly, and great deal mifprizing The Knight oppos'd. Ene. If not Achilles, Sir, What is your name ? Achil. If not Achilles, nothing. Ene. Therefore, Achilles; but whate'er, know this; In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excel themfelves in Hector; The other blank as nothing; weigh him well; Aga. Here is Sir Diomede: go, gentle Knight; So be it; either to the uttermoft, (23) Agam. 'Tis done like Hector, but fecurely done ;] It seems abfurd to me, that Agamemnon should make a Remark to the Difparagement of Hector for Pride, and that Æneas should immediately fay, If not Achilles, Sir, what is your Name? and then defire him to take Notice, that Hector was as void of Pride as he was full of Valour. Why was Achilles to take Notice of this, if it was Agamemnon that threw this Imputation of Pride in Hector's Teeth? I was fully fatisfied, that this Reproach on Hector ought to be placed to Achilles, as I have ventur'd to place it; and consulting Mr. Dryden's Alteration of this Play, I was not a little pleas'd to find that I had but feconded the Opinion of that Great Man in this Point. Or elfe a breath. The Combatants being kin Aga. What Trojan is that fame, that looks fo heavy? For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he fhews; [Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight. Aga. They are in action. Neft. Now, Ajax, hold thine own. Troi. Hector, thou fleep'ft, awake thee. Aga. His blows are well difpos'd; there, Ajax. Dio. You must no more. Ene. Princes, enough, fo pleafe you.. [Trumpets cease.. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Hed. Why then, will I no more. Thou art, great lord, my father's fifter's fon A gory emulation 'twixt us twain. Were thy commixion Greek and Trojan so, Bounds 1 |