Out-fwell the cholick of puft Aquilon :

Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes pout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector.

Diomede's Manner of walking.

"Tis he, I ken the manner of his gate He rifes on his toe : that spirit of his In afpiration lifts him from the earth.

Defcription of Creffida.

(7) There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip:

Nay her foot fpeaks; her wanton fpirits look out
At every joint, and motive of her body:
Oh, these encounterers! So glib of tongue,
They give a coafting welcome ere it comes;
And wide unclafp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader; fet them down.
For fluttish fpoils of opportunity,

And daughters of the game.

The Character of Troilus..

The youngest fon of Priam, a true knight; Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word Speaking in deeds, and deedlefs in his tongue;

(7) There's, &c.] Nothing can exceed this deféription of a wanton woman. Richard (in the Beginning of Richard the Third) fpeaking of Jane Shore, fays,

We fay that Shores wife hath a pretty foot,

A cherry lip, a paffing-pleafing tongue.

But in Ifaiab there is a defcription of the wanton daughters of Zion, which is peculiarly beautiful.. "Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with ftretch'd-forth necks, and wanton eyes, walking, and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet, &c. See Chap. iii. Ver, 16.

Not

Not foon provok'd, nor being provok'd, foon calm'd
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he fhews;
Yet gives he not, 'till judgement guide his bounty;
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath:
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;

For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
To tender objects: but he in heat of action
Is more vindicative than jealous love.

SCENE IX. Hector in Battle.

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft; Labouring for destiny, make cruel way

Through ranks of greekish youth; and I have feen thee

As hot as Perfeus, fpurthy Phrygian steed,

Bravely defpifing forfeits and fubduements,

When thou haft hung thy advanced sword in th' air,

Not letting it decline on the declin'd:

That I have faid unto my standers-by,
Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!

And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hem'd thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling.

ACT V. SCENE VI.

Honour more dear than Life.

(8) Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; Life every man holds dear, but the brave man Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.

(8) Mine Honour, &c.] See the firft paffage in Julius Cæfar, and

the note.

Pity to be difcarded in War.

For love of all the gods.

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers ;
And when we have our armour buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our fwords !!

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