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As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him.
I will come last; 'tis like he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on
If so, I have derision medicinable

To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink:
It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To thew itself but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeneis as we pass along;
So do each Lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me?
You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
Aga. What says Achilles?

Would he aught with us?
Nif. Would you, my Lord, aught with, the

general ?
Achil. No.
Neft. Nothing, my Lord.

Aga. The better.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you ? how do you?
Achil What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Achil. Good-morrow, Ajax.
Ajax. Ha?
Achil. Good-morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exsunt
Achil. What incan these fellows? Know they

not Achilles ?
Patr. They pass by frangely. They were usid

to bend,
To send their similes before them to Achilles,
To come as humbly as th-y us'd to creep
To holy altars.

Achil. What, am I poor of late ? 'Tis čer:ain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune, Muft fall out with men too: what the declin'd is

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As feel in his own fall: for men, like burierflies,
Shew not their mealy wings but to the fummer;
And not a man, for being fimply man,
Hath any honour, but honour by those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit,
Which, when they fall, (as being slippry standers),
The love that leand on them, as fl'pp'ry too,
Dorh one pluck down another, and rogether
Die in the fall

But 'tis not so with me;
Fortune and I are friends; I do njoy
At ample point all that I did pofleis,
Save these men's looks ; who do, methinks, find out
Something in me not worth that rich beholding
As they have of en giv'n. Here is Ulysses ;
I'll interrupt his reading: How now, Ulysses

Ulyll. Now, great Thetis' fon!
Achil. Wiat are you reading?

Ulyd. A strange fellow here
Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted *,
How much in having, or wiihoui, or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when bis virtues (aining upon others
Hear them, and they retort that heai again
To the first gi er.

Achil This is not strange, Ulysses.
The beauty that is borne liere in the face
The bearer knows not, but coinmends is self
To others' eves ; nor doth the eve itself,
That most pure spirit of enle, behold it felf
Not going from itte If; bu eyes oppo-d
Salute each other with each other's form.
Forp culauon turns nor to itfelf,
Till in bath travell'd, and is marry'd there
Where it may lee its felf! This is 1101 frange at all.

Ulyff I do not ftrain at the position,
It is familiar, but the author's drifts
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves

Thic is, with how valuable parts or accomplish. ments tvevet endried. Revisal. VOL. IX.

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That no man is the lord of any thing,
Tho' in and of him there be much consisting,
'Till he communicate his parts to others;
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
'Till he behold them form'd in their applause
Where they're extended, who, like an arch, re-

The voice again; or like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this,
And apprehended here immediately
The imknown Ajax.
Heav'ns ! what a man is there? a very horse,
That has he knows not what. Nature! what things

there are,

Most abject in regard, and dear in use?
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth? Now shall we see to-morrow
An act, that very chance doth throw upon him.
Ajax renown'd! Oh Heav'ns, what some inen do,
While some men leave to do!
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall,
While others play the ideot in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feasting in his wantonn fs !
To see these Grecian lords ! why, ev'n already
Thev clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were un brave He&or's breast,
And great Troy Nirinking.

Achil. I do believe it;
For they pass'd by me, as misers do by beggars,
Neither gave to me good word, nor good look.
What! are my deeds forgot!

Ulyf. Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great siz'd monster, of ingratitudes.
Thole scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd
As fast as ihey are made, forgot as soon
As done : perseverance keeps honour bright:
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rusty mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a streight so narrow,

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Where one but goes a-brealt? keep then the pathy
For emulation hath a thousand tons,
That one by one pursue ; if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forth-right,
Like to an enired tide, they all ruth by,
And leave you hinderpost; and there you ly,
Like to a gallant horle falln in firsl rank,
For pavement to the abject rear, o'er-run
And trampled on: then what they do in present,
Tho' less than yours in paft, must o'er-top yours :
For time is like a fashionable host,
That Nightly thakes his parting guest by tlı' hand;
But with his arins out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer. For welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing O, let not virtue fcek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit, high birth, defert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are lubjeets all
To envious and calumniating tiine.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all, with one content, praile new-born gawds,
Tho' they are made and inoulded of things pait,
And shew to dust, that is a little gilt,
Móre laud than gilt o'er-dulted *.
The present eye praises the prefent object;
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worthip Ajax;
Since things in motion tooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs. The cry wept once on thee;
And fill it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldit not entomb thylelf alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;
Whole glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous mitjons 'mongst the gods themselves,
And drave great Mars to faction.

Achil. Of this my privacy
I have strong reasons.

I read,
And give to dust, that is a little giit,
Morz laud than they will give io gold o'er-suflet..

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Ulyf. Gainst your privacy
The reasous are more potent and heroicale
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

Achil. Ha ! known!
Ulyll. Is that a wonder?
The providence, that's in a watchful state,
Knows almost every grain of Pluto's gold;
Finds bottom in ib' uncomprehenfive deep ;
Keeps place with thought; and almost, like the gods,
Does thoughts unveil in their duinb cradles.
There is a mystery, with which relation *
Durst never meddle, in the fout of state ;
W hich hath an operation more divine,
Than breaib, or pen, can give expressure to.
All the cominerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours, as yours, my Lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much,
To throw down Hecior, than Polyxena.
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When Fame thall in our islands found her trump,
And all the Greekith girls shall trippiog fing,
Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Farewell, my Lord. I, as your lover, speak;
The fool sides o'er the ice that you lhould break.

[Exit. SCENE VIII. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman impudent and mannifh grown, Is not more loath'd than an effionirale man In time of act. I ftand condemnd for this; They think my little stoinach to the war, And your great love to me, restrains you thus. Sweet, roule yourfelf; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his 'am'rous-fold, And, like a dew-drop froin the lion's mane, Be shook to air,

There is a secret administration of affairs, which Ro hijitry was ever able to discover. Fobnyon.

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