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Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropped, Sans? check, to good and bad: But when the planets, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny ? From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth ? Cries — Ercellent ! 'tis Agamemnon just. Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, Now play me Nestor ; — hem, and stroke thy beerd, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate 3
As, he being drest to some oration. The unity and married calm of states
- as near as the extremest ends Quite from their fixture ? 0, when degree is shak'd, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and bis wife: Which is the ladder of all high designs,
Yet good Achilles still cries, Ercellent ! The enterprize is sick ? How could communities, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Arming to answer in a night alarm. Peaceful commerce from dividable + shores,
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The primogenitive and due of birth,
Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough and spit, Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, But by degree, stand in authentick place?
Shake in and out the rivet:
-- and at this sport, Take but degree away, untune that string,
Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! - enough, Patroclus;And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all In mere 5 oppugnancy: The bounded waters In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, And make a sop of all this solid globe :
Severals and generals of grace exact, Strength should be lord of imbecility,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, And the rude son shall strike his father dead : Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Nest. And in the imitation of these twain Then every thing includes itself in power,
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns Power into will, will into appetite;
With an imperial voice,) many are infect, And appetite, an universal wolf,
Ajax is grown self-willid; and bears his head So doubly seconded with will and power
In such a rein, in full as proud a place Must make perforce an universal prey,
As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him; And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
Bold as an oracle : and sets Thersites Follows the choking.
(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint) And this neglection of degree it is,
To match us in comparisons with dirt; That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
To weaken and discredit our exposure, It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
How rank soever rounded in with danger. By him one step below; he, by the next;
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; That next by him beneath : so every step,
Count wisdom as no member of the war; Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Forestall prescíence, and esteem no act of his superior, grows to an envious fever
But that of hand : the still and mental parts, Of pale and bloodless emulation :
That do contrive how many hands shall strike, And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
When fituess calls them on; and know, by measure Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, – Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity :
Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd They call this — bed-work, mappery, closet-war : The fever whereof all our power is sick.
So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, What is the remedy ?
They place before his hand that made the engine Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion crowns Or those, that with the fineness of their souls The sinew and the forehand of our host,
By reason guide his execution. Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Makes many Thetis' sons. Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Agam.
What trumpet ? look, Menelaus. Upon a lazy bed the live-long day Breaks scurril jests
Enter ÆNEAS. And with ridiculous and awkward action
Men. From Troy. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)
What would you 'fore our tent? He pageants6 us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Æne. Thy topless 7 deputation he puts on ;
Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? And, like a strutting player, · whose conceit
Agam. Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
Eine. Nay one that is a herald, and a prince, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
Do a fair message to his kingly ears? "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,
Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm Such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested 9 seeming 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Call Agamemnon head and general. 2 Without 3 Force up by the roots.
Æne. Fair leave and large security. How may 4 Divided.
5 Absolute. 6 In modern language, takes us of
A stranger to those most imperial looks " Beyond the truth.
Know them from eyes of other mortals?
How? That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Æne. Ay;
If then one is, or hath, or means to be, I ask, that I might waken reverence,
That one meets Hector ; if none else, I am he. And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; The youthful Phæbus :
But, if there be not in our Grecian host Which is that god in office, guiding men ?
One noble man, that hath one spark of fire Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ? To answer for his love, Tell him from me, Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of i'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Troy
And in my vantbrace ' put this wither'd brawn; Are ceremonious courtiers.
And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : As may be in the world: His youth in flood, But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Æne. Now heaven forbid such scarcity of youth! accord,
Ulyss. Amen. Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips !
To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. The worthiness of praise disdains his worth, Achilles shall have word of this intent; If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth : So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: But what the repining enemy commends,
Yourself shall feast with us before you go, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, And find the welcome of a noble foe. transcends.
[Exeunt all but Ulysses and NESTOR. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas ? Ulyss. Nestor, Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
Nest. What says Ulysses ? Agam.
What's your attair, I pray you? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, #ne. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes Nest. What is't? from Troy.
Ulyss. This 'tis : Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: / Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride I bring a trumpet to awake his ear:
That hath to this maturity blown up To set bis sense on the attentive bent,
In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, And then to speak.
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Agam.
Speak frankly, as the wind; To overbulk us all. It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :
Well, and how ? That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector He tells thee so himself.
Trumpet, blow loud, However it is spread in general name, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;- Relates in purpose only to Achilles. And every Greek of mettle, let him know,
Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subWhat Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.
[Trumpet sounds. Whose grossness little characters sum up: We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
And, in the publication, make no strain,
As banks of Libya, — though, Apollo knows,
ment, If there be one, among the fair’st of Greece, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose That holds his honour higher than his ease; Pointing on him. That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? That knows his valour, and knows not his fear; Nest.
Yes, That loves his mistress more than in confession, It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) That can from Hector bring those honours off, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,
If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, In other arms than hers, to him this challenge. Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
For here the Trojans taste our dear’st repute Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,
Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;
In this wild action : for the success,
Although particular, shall give a scantling?
And in such indexes, although small points
To their subséquent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass
He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, If none of them have soul in such a kind,
Makes merit her election ; and doth boil, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,
1 An armour for the arm. 2 Size, measure.
Out of her virtues; Who miscarrying,
Should he 'scape Hector fair : If he were foil'd, What heart receives from hence a conquering part, Why, then we did our main opinion • crush To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?
In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw In no less working, than are swords and bows The sort 6 to fight with Hector : Among ourselves, Directive by the limbs.
Give him allowance for the better man, Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech ;
For that will physick the great Myrmidon, Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,
That we have better men. But, hit or miss, For both our honour and our shame, in this, Our project's life this shape of sense assumes, – Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what Nest. Ulysses, are they?
Now I begin to relish thy advice; Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from And I will give a taste of it forth with Hector,
To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Were he not proud, we all should share with him: Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone But he already is too insolent;
Must tarre 8 the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. And we were better parch in Africk sun,
. Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
SCENE I. - Another Part of the Grecian Camp. Ther. Nay, but regard him well.
Achil. Well, why I do so.
Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: for
Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Ajar. Therefore I beat thee. Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his great- Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have thou barkest at him.
bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones: Ajar. Mistress Thersites!
This lord, Achilles, Ajax, — who wears his wit in Ther. Thou shouldest strike him.
his belly, instead of his head, - I'll tell you what Ajar. Cobloaf!
I say of him. Ther. He would pun 3 thee into shivers with his Achil. What? fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit,
Ther. I say this, Ajax Ajur. You cur !
Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ther. Do, do.
[Ajax offers to strike him, ACHILLES Ajar. Thou stool for a witch !
interposes. Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord ! thou
Ther. Has not so much wit hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an Achil. Nay, I must hold you. assinego 4 may tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant ass!
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art whom he comes to fight. bought and sold among those of any wit, like a
Achil. Peace, fool! Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, fool will not: he there that he ; look you there. thou thing of no bowels, thou !
Ajar. O thou cur! I shall Ajar. You dog!
Ächil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther. You scurvy lord !
Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will Ajar. You cur!
(Beating him. shame it.
Achil. What's the quarrel ?
Ajar. I bade the vile owl, go, learn me the tenot
of the proclamation, and he rails upon me Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you Ther. I serve thee not thus?
Ajar. Well, go to, go to. How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man ? Ther. I serve here voluntary. Ther. You see hiin there, do you?
Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not Achil. Ay; what's the matter ?
voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary ; Ajax was Ther. Nay, look upon hiin.
here the voluntary, and you as under an impress, Achil. So I do; What's the matter ?
5 Estimation of character.
6 Lot 3 Pound. Ass, a cant term for a foolish fellow,
Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit too Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, lies in your sinews, or else there be liars, Hector So great as our dread father, in a scale shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of of common ounces? will you with counters sum your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with The past-proportion of his infinite? no kernel.
And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
With spans and inches so diminutive Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose As fears and reasons ? fye, for godly shame! wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at their toes, - yoke you like draught oxen, and make
reasons, you plough up the wars.
You are so empty of them. Should not our father Achil. What, what?
Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Ther. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax! Because your speech hath none, that tells him so ? to!
Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Ajar. I shall cut out your tongue.
priest, Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your thou, afterwards.
Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. You know, an enemy intends you barm;
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach 9 You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, bids me, shall I ?
And reason fies the object of all harm :
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
[Exit. Or like a star disorb’d? — Nay, if we talk of reason, Patr. A good riddance.
Let's shut our gates and sleep: Manhood and honour Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their our host :
thoughts That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare The holding. Maintain - I know not what ; 'tis trash : Farewell. Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him?
Hect. But value dwells not in particular will;
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
(Ereunt. | To make the service greater than the god;
And the will dotes, that is attributive
Without some image of the affected merit.
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will : Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent, My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks : Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Deliver Helen, and all damage else
Of will and judgment : How may I avoid, As honour, loss of time, travel, erpence,
Although my will distaste what it elected, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum'd The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion In hot digestion of this cormorant war, —
To blench 3 from this, and to stand firm by honour : Shall be struck off": Hector, what say you to't ? We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands than I,
We do not throw in unrespective sieve, As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Dread Priam,
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: There is no lady of more softer bowels,
Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, More ready to cry out - Who knows what follows ? And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir'd; Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive, Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d
He brought a Grecian qneen, whose youth and The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
freshness To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning.
And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.
(As you must needs, for you all cry'd — Go, go,) What merit's in that reason, which denies
If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, The yielding of her up?
(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands, Tro. Fye, fye, my brother !
3 Shrink, or fly off:
• Priam's sister, Hesione.
And cry'd — Inestimable !) why do you now But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her.
What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, Beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, Richer than sea or land ? O theft most base; Now to deliver her possession up, That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, But, thieves unworthy of a thing so stolen,
That so degenerate a strain as this, That in their country did them that disgrace, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? We fear to warrant in our native place !
There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, Pri.
What noise? what shriek is this? | When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice. Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans !
Where Helen is the subject : then, I say, Hect. It is Cassandra.
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well: Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, Have gloz'd 8,
And on the cause and question now in hand And I will fill them with prophetick tears.
— but superficially ; not much Hect. Peace, sister, peace.
Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age, and wrinkled Unfit to hear moral philosophy: elders,
The reasons, you allege, do more conduce
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
Than to make up a free determination
'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and revenge,
Have ears for ever deaf unto the voice Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears !
Of any true decision. Nature craves, Troy must not be, nor goodly llion stand;
All dues be render'd to their owners; Now Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.
What nearer debt in all humanity, Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe : Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Erit. Than wife is to the husband ? if this law Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high And that great minds, of 9 partial indulgence
Of nature be corrupted through affection ; strains Of divination in our sister work
To their benumbed wills, resist the same; Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
There is a law in each well-order'd nation, So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
To curb those raging appetites that are Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Most disobedient and refractory.
If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king, Can qualify the same ?
As it is known she is, - these moral laws Tro.
Why, brother Hector, We may not think the justness of each act
Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud Such and no other than event doth form it;
To have her back return'd: Thus to persist Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-sick raptures
But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion Cannot distaste 5 the goodness of a quarrel,
Is this, in way of truth: yet ne'ertheless, Which hath our several honours all engag'd
My spritely brethren, I propend ' to you To make it gracious. For my private part,
In resolution to keep Helen still; I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons :
For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
Upon our joint and several dignities. Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our desiga: To fight for and maintain !
Were it not glory that we more affected, Par. Else might the world convince 6 of levity
Than the performance of our heaving spleens, As well my undertakings as your counsels ;
I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood But I attest the gods, your full consent
Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,
She is a theme of honour and renown;
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds;
Whose present courage may beat down our foes, What propugnation 7 is in one man's valour
And fame, in time to come, canonize us : To stand the push and enmity of those
For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
So rich advantage of a promis'd glory, Were I alone to pass the difficulties,
As smiles upon the forehead of this action,
For the wide world's revenue.
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
I have a roisting ? challenge sent amongst
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks,
Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : You have the honey still, but these the gall ; So to be valiant, is no praise at all.
I was advertis'd, their great general slept,
Whilst emulation 9 in the army crept ;
I am yours,
[Erunt. 8 Commented.
9 Through. Corrupt, change to a worse state.