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'Would I had known no more! but she must die, He has business at his house ; for all shall stay.
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, This little one shall make it holiday, (Exeunt.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

K. Hen. O lord archbishop,

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please, Thou hast made me now a man; never, before All that are here: some come to take their ease, This happy child, did I get any thing:

And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,

We have frighted with our trumpets: so, 'tis clear

That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
To see what this child does, and praise my Abus'd extremely, and to cry: that's witty!

Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
I thank ye all!--To you, my good lord mayor, All the expected good we are like to hear
And your good brethren, I am much beholden: For this play at this time, is only in
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,

The merciful construction of good women; And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, For such a one we show'd them: if they smile, lords!

And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,' All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
She will be sick else. This day, no man think If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.

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persons of the Drama. Peram, king of Troy.


Ajax, Troill's,



Greciun commanders. DEIPHOBUS,


Trojan commanders.

Theksites, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.

ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida. Calchas, u Trojan priest , taking part with the Servant to Troilus: Servant to Paris; Servant to Greeks.

Diomedes, Pandarus, uncle to Cressida.

HELEN, wise to Menelaus. Margarelon, a bastard son of Priam.

AndroMACHE, wife to Hector.

Cassandra, daughter to Priam: a prophetess. Agamemnon, the Grecian general.

Cressida, daughter to Calchas.
Menelaus, his brother,

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
Scene, -- Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.

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Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited

In like conditions as our argument,
In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,

Leaps o'er the vannt and firstlings of those broils,

'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Fraught with the ministers and instruments To what

may be digested in a play. Of cruel war. Sixty and nine, that wore

Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are;
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
Put forward toward Phrygia : and their vow is made,
To ransack Troy; within those strong immures
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,


With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. SCENE I. - Troy. Before Param's palace.
To Tenedos they come;

Enter Troilus armed, and Pandarts.
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Their warlike frauglitage. Now on Dardan plains

Tro. Call here my varlet, f'll unarm again:
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch

Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city,

That find such cruel battle here within? Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Ghetas, Trojan

Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, And Antenorides, with massy staples,

Let him to field ; Troilus, alas! hath none. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Sperr up the sons of Troy.

Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

strength, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant ; Sets all on hazard :— and hither am I come But I am weaker, than a woman's tear, A prologue arm’d, - but not in confidence

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Less valiant, than the virgin in the night,

Tro. Say I, she is not fair?
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the
part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her:
will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the
Tro. Have J not tarried?

Tro. Pandarus,
Pun. Ay, the grinding; but you most tarry the Pan. Not I.

Tro. Sweet Pandarus, -
Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the lea-all as I found it, and there an end.

(Exit Pandarus. An Alarum. Tro. Still have I tarried.

Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet in the word sounds!
- hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair,
the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn I cannot fight upon this argument;
your lips.

It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, But Pandarus - O gods, how do you plague me!
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.

I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
At Priam's royal table do I sit;

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
So, traitor!- when she comes!--when is she thence? Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer, than ever What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
I saw her look, or any woman else.

Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Tro. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, Between our llium, and where she resides,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flool;
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,
I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:

Alarum. Enter AENEAS.
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, dene.How now,prince Troilus? wherefore not afield?
Is like that mirth, fate turns to sudden sadness. Tro. Because not there; this woman's answer sorts,
Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker, than For womanish it is to be from thence.
Helen's, (well, go to,)there were no more compari- What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day?
son between the women, -- but, for my part, she is Aene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise I'ro. By whom, Aeneas?
her, - but I would somebody had heard her talk. Aene. Troilus, by Menelans.
yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Cassandra's wit; but --

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandaras,

Aene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may-. Reply not in how many fathoms deep

But, to the sport abroad;

are you bound thither? They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad

dene. In all swift haste.
In Cressid's love. Thon answer'st, She is fair; Tro. Come, go we then together! [Exeunt.
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice;

SCENE II.-The same. A street.
Handlest in thy disconrse, o, that her hand,

Enter Cressida and ALEXANDER.
In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Cres. Who were those went by?
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Cres. And whither go they ?
Hard, as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st Alex. Up to the eastern tower,

Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
As true thou tell'st me, when I say - I love her; To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
But saying, thus, instead of oil and balm,

Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was movd:
Thou lay'st in every gash, that love hath given me, He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer;
The knife that made it.

And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Pun. I speak no more, than truth.

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,
Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

And to the field goes he; where every flower
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be In Hector's wrath.
not, she has the mends in her own hands.

Cres. What was his cause of anger?
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Alex. The noise goes, this: there is among the
Pun. I have had my labour for my travel: ill- Greeks
thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ;
between and between, but small thanks for my They call him Ajax.

Cres. Good; and what of him?
Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with Alex. They say he is a very man per se,

And stands alone.
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's not Cres. So do all man ; unless they are drunk, sick,
so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, she or have no legs.
would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of
Bat what care I? I care not, an she were a black-a- their particular additions; he is as valiant, as the lion,
mor; 'tis all one to me.

churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man,

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Аст As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

Whe shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
Ulys. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,

Upo Tortive and errant from his course of growth. And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,


And Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

But for these instances.
That we come short of our suppose so far,
The specialty of rule hath heen neglected:


He That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand


Thy Sith every action, that hath gone before, Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.

And Whereof we have record, trial did draw When that the general is not like the hive,

Lies Bias and thwart; not answering the aim, To whom the foragers shall all repair,

To 1 And that unbodied figure of the thought, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded,

Twi That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.

Such Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,

Hea And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought Observe degree, priority, and place,

Tis else Iusisture, course, proportion, season, form,

Whi But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Office, and custom, in all line of order:
To find persistive constancy in men?
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,

The fineness of which metal is not found
In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd

Frog In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye

Crie The wise and fool, the artist and unread, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,

No The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: And posts, like the commandment of a king, But, in the wind and tempest of her ti own, Sans check, to good and bad. But, when the planets,

The Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, In evil mixture, to disorder wander,

Of Paffing at all, winnows the light away; What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny?

Ye And what hath mass, or matter, hy itself What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth?

T Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors,
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

The unity and married calm of states
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is shak'd,

AI Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth, Which is the ladder of all high designs,

Sh llow many shallow bauble boats dare sail The enterprize is sick! How could communities,

Sir Upon her patient breast, making their way Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,

02 With those of nobler bulk? Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,

In But let the roffian Boreas once enrage The primogenitive and due of birth,

AU The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,

Se The strong- ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, But by degree, stand in authentic place?

Ac Bounding between the two moist elements, Take but degree away, untune that string,

Es Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets Sad Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters

As Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbour fled, Should lift their bosoms higher, than the shores,

N Cr made a toast for Neptane. Even so

And make a sop of all this solid globe: Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Strength should be lord of imbecility, In storms of fortune: for, in her ray and brightness. And the rude son should strike his father dead : The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

Should lose their names, and so should justice too. And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of cou- Then every thing includes itself in power,

} rage,

Power into will, will into appetite;
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, And appetite, an universal wolf,
And with an accent tun'd in self-same key, So doubly seconded with will and power,
Returns to chiding fortune.

Must make perforce an universal prey,
Ulys. Agamemnon,-

And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,

Follows the choking.
In whom the tempers and the minds of all

And this neglection of degree it is,
Should be shut op, -- hear what Ulysses speaks ! That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
Besides the applause and approbation

It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
The which, - most mighty for thy place and sway, By him one step below; he, by the next;

(To Agamemnon. That next, by him beneath; so every step, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, Exampled by the first pace, that is sick

[To Nestor. Of his superior, grows to an envious fever I give to both your speeches, -- which were such, of pale and bloodless emulation : As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece

And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Should hold up high in brass; and such again, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,

Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.
Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
on which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears The fever, whereof all our power is sick.
To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please both,- Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,
Thou great, — and wise, - to hear Ulysses speak. What is the remedy?
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be'i of less Ulys. The great Achilles, — whom opinion

The sinew and the forehand of our host, —-
That matter needless, of importless burden, Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Divide thy lips; than we are confident,

Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, Lies mocking our designs: with him, Patroclas,


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Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day

Aene. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
Breaks scurril jests ;

Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
And with ridiculous and aukward action

Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Call Agamemnon head and general.
Thy topless deputation he puts on;

Aene. Fair leave, and large security. How may
And, like a strutting player, whose conceit A stranger to those most imperial looks
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Know them from eyes of other mortals ?
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Agam. How?
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, – Aene. Ay;
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming I ask, that I might waken reverence,
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush,
'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar'd, Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, The youthful Phoebus:
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Which is that god in office, guiding men ?
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
Cries : Excellent ! --'tis Agamemnon just.

Are ceremonious courtiers.
Now play me Nestor ;- hem, and stroke thy beard, Aene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,
As he, being 'drest to some oration.

As bending angels; that's their fame in peace :
That's done;

as near, as the extremest ends But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Yet good Achilles still cries : Excellent !

'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Aeneas !
Arming to answer in a night alarm.

Peace, Trojan! lay thy finger on thy lips !
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
Must be the scene of mirth: to cough, and spit, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth:
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,

But what the repining enemy commends,
Shake in and out the rivet:- and at this sport, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure,
Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus ;

Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all

Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Aeneas ?
In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, dene. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,

Agam. What's your assair, I pray you?
Severals and generals of grace exact,

Aene. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamennon's ears.
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,

Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,

Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves

Aene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain To set his sense on the attentive bent,
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns

And then to speak.
With an imperial voice,) many are infect.

4gam. Speak frankly as the wind;
Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
In such a rein, in full as proud a place

That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him; He tells thee so himself.
Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, Aene. Trumpet, blow loud,
Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites

Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;
(A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) And every Greek of mettle let him know,
To match us in comparisons with dirt;

What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.
To weaken and discredit our exposure,

[i'rumpet sounds. How rank soever rounded in with danger.

We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
Ulys. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; A prince callid Hector, (Priam is his father,)
Count wisdom as no member of the war;

Who in this dull and long-continued truce
Forestall prescience, and esteem no act

Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,
But that of hand: the still and mental parts, And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
That do contrive how many hauds shall strike, If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece,
When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure That holds his honour higher, than his ease;
Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, – That seeks his praise more, than he fears his peril;
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:

That knows his valour, and knows not his fear;
They call this --bed-work, mappery, closet-war: That loves his mistress more, than in confession,
So that the ram, that batters down the wall, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,)
For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,
They place before his hand, that made the engine; In other arms than hers, - to him this challenge.
Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
By reason guide his execution.

Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Thetis' sons. Trumpet sounds. Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;
Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus !

And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Mid-way between yonr tents and walls of Troy,
Men. From Troy.

To rousc a Grecian that is true in love:
Agam. What would you 'fore our tent?

If any come, Hector shall honour him;
Aene. Is this

If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires,
Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?

The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth
Agam. Even this.

The splinter of a lance. Even so much.

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Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Aeneas ; What heart receives from hence a conquering part, T
If none of them have soul in such a kind,
To steel a strong opinion to themselves?

A We left them all at home: but we are soldiers; Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,

TY And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, In no less working, than are swords and bows That means not, hath pot, or is not in love! Directive by the limbs.

the If then one is, or bath, or means to be,

Ulys. Give pardon to my speech!-
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Therefore, 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector.
Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Let like merchants, show our foulest wares,

Ti When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; And think, perehance, they'll sell; if not,

Ach But, if there be not in our Grecian host

The lustre of the better shall exceed,
One noble man, that hath one spark of fire By showing the worse first. Do not consent,

thoi To answer for his love, tell him from me, - That ever Hector and Achilles meet;

A I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, For both our honour and our shame, in this,

TI And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

A And, meeting him, will tell him, that my lady Nest. I see them not with my old eyes ; what are

TO Was fairer than his grandąme, and as chaste

they? As may be in the world. His youth in flood, Ulys. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Were he not proud, we all should share with him :

TO dene. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth! Bat he already is too insolent; Ulys. Amen! And we were better parch in Afric sun,

T Agam. Fair lord Aeneas, let me tonch your hand; Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,

ha To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir !

Should he 'scape Hector fair : if he were foil'd, Achilles shall have word of this intent;

th Why, then we did our main opinion crush So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent:

be In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw And find the welcome of a noble foe.

The sort to find with Hector. Among ourselves, [Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. Give him allowance for the better man, Ulys. Nestor,

For that will physic the great Myrmidon,
Nest, What says Ulysses?

Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain, His crest, that prouder, than blue Iris beuds.
Be you my tíme to bring it to some shape. If the doll brainless Ajax come safe off,
Nest. What is't?

do We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail, Ulys. This 'tis:

Yet go we under our opinion still,
Blant wedges rive hard knots. The seeded pride, That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
That hath to this maturity blown up
Our project's life this shape of sense assumes, -

In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp’d, Ajax, employ'd, placks down Achilles' plumes.
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,

Nest. Ulysses, To overbulk us all.

Now I begin to relish thy advice; Nest. Well, and how ?

And I will give a taste of it forth with Ulys. This challenge, that the gallant Hector To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. sends,

Two cars shall tame each other: pride alone However it is spread in general name,

Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.
Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance,
Whose grossness little characters sum up:
And, in the publication, make no strain,

But that Achilles, were his brain as barren

SCENE I. -- Another part of the Grecian camp. As banks of Lybia, - though, Apollo knows,

Enter Ajax and THERSITES. 'Tis dry enough, will with great speed of judg- Ajax. Thersites, -ment,

Ther. Agamemnon - how if he had boils? full, all Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose

over, generally? Pointing on him.

Ajax. Thersites,
Ulys. And wake him to the answer, think you?. Ther. And those boils did run? - Say so, - did
Nest, Yes,

not the general run then? were not that a botchy
It is most meet; whom may you else oppose, core?
That can from Hector bring those honours off, Ajax. Dog,
If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, Ther. Then would come some matter from him; I
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Ajax. Thoa bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear

? With their fin'st palate: and trust to me, Ulysses, Feel then ! Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd

Ther. The plagne of Greece upon thee, thou more In this wild action: for the success,

grel beef-witted lord !
Although particular, shall give a scantling Ajax. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak!
Of good or bad unto the general ;

I'll beat thee into handsomeness!
And in such indexes, although small pricks Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness:
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration,
The baby figure of the giant mass

than thou learn a prayer without book. Thoa caust
of things to come at large. It is soppos’d, strike, canst thou? a red murrain o’thy jade's
He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice, tricks!
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation!
Makes merit her election; and doth boil,

Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou strik'st As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid

me thus? Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,

Ajax. The proclamation,




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