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Ulyff. At Menelaus' tent, moft princely Troilus:
There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks on heaven, nor on the earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view

On the fair Creffid.

Troi. Shall I, fweet lord, be bound to you so much,

After we part from Agamemnon's tent,

To bring me thither?

Ulyff. You fhall command me, fir,

As gentle tell me, of what honour was

This Creffida in Troy? Had fhe no lover there,
That wails her absence?

Troi. O, fir, to fuch as boafting fhew their fcars,
A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
She was belov'd, the lov'd; fhe is, and doth :
But, ftill, fweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

[Exeunt,

ACT

V. SCENE I

Achilles' Tent.

Enter Achilles, and Patroclus.

Achil. I'll heat his blood with Greekifh wine to-night, Which with my fcimitar I'll cool to-morrow. Patroclus, let us feaft him to the height.

Patr. Here comes Therfites.

Enter Therfites.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy?

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Thou crufty batch of nature, what's the news?

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Ther.

Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou feemeft, and idol of ideot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

Achil. From whence, fragment?

Ther. Why, thou full difh of fool, from Troy.

Patr. Who keeps the tent now?

Ther. "The furgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Patr. Well faid, adverfity! and what need these tricks? Ther. Pr'ythee be filent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male ° varlet.

Patr. Male varlet, you rogue! what's that? Ther. Why, his mafculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the fouth, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i'the back, lethargies, cold palfies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impofthume, fciaticas, lime-kilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ach, and the rivell'd fee-fimple of the tetter, take and take again fuch prepofterous discoveries! Patr. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curfe thus ?

Ther. Do I curfe thee?

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Patr. Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whorefon indiftinguishable cur, no.

Ther. No? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle immaterial fkein of* fleive filk, thou green farcenet flap for a fore eye, thou taffel of a prodigal's purfe, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pefter'd with fuch water flies; diminutives of nature!

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The furgeon's box,]-quibbling on the word tent.

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difcoveries!-inventions.

P fee fimple-perpetual p ffeffion.

you ruinous butt ;]-fhapelefs mafs of difcordant materials, confufedly run one into another.

feive]-tangled, ravelled; raw, unwrought.
Out, gal!!]-Nut-gall-bitter lump.

Ther,

Ther. Finch egg!

Achil My fweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from queen Hecuba;

A token from her daughter, my fair love;

Both taxing me, and "'gaging me to keep

An oath that I have fworn. I will not break it:
Fall, Greeks fail, fame; honour, or go, or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.-

Come, come, Therfites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banqueting must all be spent.-
Away, Patroclus.

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[Exeunt.

Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon,-an honeft fellow enough, and one that loves quails; but he hath not fo much brain as earwax And the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty fhooing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,-to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice a forced with wit, turn him? To an afs, were nothing; he is both afs and ox: to an ox were nothing; he is both ox and afs. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be a Menelaus,-I would confpire against

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Finch egg!]-Singing bird in embryo, 'gaging me]-holding me engaged.

major vow]-prior, fuperior obligation.

quails;]-the wenches.

the primitive ftatue, and oblique memorial]-the principal repre

fentative, and figurative monument—antique memorial.

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2 a thrifty shoving-horn]-a perfon, whom his brother frugally uses

as his fhoeing-horn, makes a mere tool of.

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* forced]-stuffed, farced,

To be]-Were I to be.

destiny.

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destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Therfites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazer, fo I were not Menelaus.Hey-day! fpirits, and fires!

Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Neftor, and Diomed, with lights.

Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Ajax. No, yonder 'tis.

There, where we see the light,

Het. I trouble

you.

Ajax. No, not a whit.

Ulyff. Here comes himself to guide you.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all, Aga. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night. Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.

Heat. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' general. Men. Good night, my lord.

Helt. Good night, fweet Menelaus.

Ther. Sweet draught: Sweet, quoth a! fweet fink, fweet sewer.

Achil. Good night, and welcome, both at once, to

thofe

That go, or tarry.

Aga. Good night.

[Exeunt Agam. and Menel,

Achil. Old Neftor tarries; and you too, Diomed,

Keep Hector company an hour or two.

Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important business, The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great Hector. Hect. Give me your hand.

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to be]-if I were to be.

a lazer,]-a leper.

d Spirits, and fres!]-On fecing the company advance with torches. • The tide whereof is now.]" There is a tide," &c.

JULIUS CAESAR, A&t IV. S. 3. Bru.

Uly

Uly. Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent;

I'll keep you company.

Troi. Sweet fir, you honour me.

Het. And fo, good night.

Achil. Come, come, enter my tent.

[To Troilus.

[Exeunt feverally.

Ther. That fame Diomed's a falfe-hearted rogue, a moft.unjuft knave; I will no more truft him when he leers, than I will a ferpent when he hiffes: he will spend his mouth, and promife, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, aftronomers foretel it; it is prodigious, there will come fome change; the fun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather

leave to fee Hector, than not to dog him: they fay, he keeps a Trojan drab, and ufes the traitor Calchas his tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit.

SCENE II.

Calchas' Tent.

Enter Diomed.

Dio. What are you up here, ho? fpeak,

Cal. Who calls?

Dio. Diomed.

Calchas, I think. Where is your daughter?

Cal. She comes to you.

Enter Troilus, and Ulyffes, at a distance; after them Therfites. Uly. Stand where the torch may not discover us.

Enter Crefida.

Troi. Creffid come forth to him!

Dio. How now, my charge!

'Brabler the bound;]-that gives his tongue upon a falfe fcent. Brabling curs never want fore ears," Proverb.

leave to fee]-lose the fight of.

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