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Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector!
Patr. Ay, and perhaps receive much honour.

by him.
Achil' I see my reputation is at stake ;
My fame is ihrewdly gor’d.

Pat. O then beware : Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselvese Omillion to do what is necessary Seals a coinmitsion to'a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints Even then when we fit' idly in the fun.

Achil. Go call Thersites hither, Tweet Patroclus ; I'll send the fool. to Ajax, and desire hiin T invite the Trojan lords, after the combat, To lee us here unarin'd. I have a woman's longing, An appetite that I ain sick withal, To lee great Hector in the 'weeds of peace; To talk with him, and to behold his visage,

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Ev'n to my full of view.. -A labour fav'd!!

Ther.. A wonder!
Achil. What?

Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, aking for himself.

Achil. How for?

Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hec. ter, and is to prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing

Achik How can that be?

Ther. Why, be stalks up and down like a peacock, a ftride and a stand; ruminates like an noite ess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain, to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic negard, as, who bould tay, there were wit inchis head, if ’rwould out; and so there is, but it lyes. as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not

The iv without knocking. The man's undone for u Ever ; for if Hector break not his neck i'licoin..

bat, la 'll break 't himself in vain-glory. He knows

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I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He's grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster.. A plague of npinion! a man may wear it on both fides, like a leather jerkin.

Achil Thou must be iny ambaffador to him,. Therfies.

Iker Who, 1?-why, he'll answer nobody; he prcfefies not anfwering; speaking is for beggars; he wears bis tongue in's arins I will put on his presence : ler Patroclus make his demands to me, you thall see the pageant of Ajax.

4i hil. To him Patroclus. Tell him, I humbly defire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmid to my tent, and to procure safe conduct for his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious, fix or seven times bonourd, captain-general of the Grecian army, Aga.. meinnon, c. Do this.

Prir. Jove bless great Ajax !"
Ther. Hum
Pur. I come from the worthy Achilles.
Ther. Ha!

Patr. 'V'ho most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent,

Ther. Humn

Patr. And to proeure safe conduct from Agameinnon.

Ther. Agamemnon !
Patr. Av, my Lord.
Ther.' Ha!
Patr. What say you took ?
Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.
Patr. Your answer, Sir:

Ther: If to: inorrow be a fair dav, bv eleveti, o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he fhall pay for me ere he lias ine.

I Patr. Your answer, Sir: Ther. Fare ve well, with my heart.. Achil. Why, bu: he is not in his une. is he? Ther. No, but he's out of tune tbus. W.!ut my

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fic will be in him, when Hector has knock'd out his brains, I know nor; but, I am lure, none; una le is the fouler Apollo get his sinews to make cata. lings on.

Achil. Come, thou Malt bear a letter to him straignt.

Ther. Let me carry another to his horse ; for that's the more capable creature.

- 4chil. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirr’d,And I yleif lee not the bottom of it. [Exit.

Thor 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an als at it! I had rather be a tick in a theep, than such a valiant ignorance.



Si C.E NE 1,

A Street in Troy.

Enter at one door, Æneas with a torch; at another,

Paris, Dtiphobus, antenor, and Diomedes the Greciani,, with torchesos


EE, ho!' who is that there?

Dei. . It is the Lord. Æneas.
Æne. Is the Prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to ly long,
As you, Prince Paris, nought but heav'nly businefo..
Stivuld rob my bed-inate of iny company.
Dio. That's my mind too. Good-morrow, Lord

Par A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his handa
Witness the process of your ipeecii, wherein,
You told, how Diomede a whole week, by days
Did haunt you in the field.

cm? Æne. Health to you, valiant Sir, During all question * of the gentle trucca

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But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiancer
As htari can think, or courage

Din. The one and the other Diomede embraces.
Our hloods are now in calm, anu fo, long health;
BU' when contention and oceafien meet,
By Jose, I'll play the hunter for thy life,
with all my foriè, purluit and policy.

Æne. And thou falt hunt a lion, that will fly With his face backward In humane .gentleness, Welcome to Troy Non, by Anchises life, Welcome, indeed! by Venus' hand I swear, No man alire ean love in such a sort, The thing he means to kill, more excellently.

Dio. We sympathize.Jove, let Æneas liver
If to my fword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the fun :
But in mine e::vulous honour tet him die;
With every joint a wound, and that 10-morrow.

Ære. We know each other tvel).
Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse.

Par. This is the most despightful, gentle greeting,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er l' heard of.
What business, Lord, lo early?
Ærie. I was sent for to the King ; but why, I

know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'twas, to bring this

Greek To Calchas' house, and there to render him, For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Crellid. Let's have your company; or, if you please, Histe threre before. I constantly do think, O: rather call my thought a certain knowledge, My brother. Troilus lodges there to-night. Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, With the whole quality whereof; I fear, We shall be much unwelcome.

Æne. That I assure you :
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Creflid borne from Troy.

Par. There is no help;
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it lo. On, Lord, we'l:follow.youlo.

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Æne. Good-morrow all

Par. And tell me, noble Diomede, tell me true,
Ev’n in the foul of good found fello (hip,
Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen most?
Myielf, or Menclaus ?

Dio. Both alike.
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her,
Not making any fcruple of her foilure,
With such a hell of pain, and world of charge;
And you as well to keep her, that defend her,
Not palating the taste of her dishonour,
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece *;
You, like a letcher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors.
Both merits pois’d, each weighs no less nor more,
But he as he, which heavier for a whore +

Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman..

Dio. She's bitter to her country. Hear ine, Paris ;
For ev'ry false drop in her baudy veins
A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every leruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been flain. Since the could speak,
She bath not giv'n so many good words breath,
As, for her, Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.

Par. Fair Diomede, you do as chapmen do,
Dilpraise the thing that you desire to buy :
But we in filence hold this virtue well;
We'll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lyes our way.


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* A tamed piece is a piece that hath been broached, and a part ot it drawn out. Revisal. + I believe the poet wrote

• cach heavier for 4 whore.' That is, each of you dragged down to run by. your defructive connection with a whole. Ib.


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