Force would be Right; or rather (11) Right and (Between whofe endless jar Juftice refides) So doubly feconded with will and power) And this neglection of degree is it, That by a peace goes backward, in a purpose And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Agam. The nature of the fickness found, Ulyffes, What is the remedy? Ulyf. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns The finew and the forehand of our hoft, Having his ear full of his airy fame, (11) -Right and wrong. Between whofe endless jar fulice refides, Would life their names;] This is not a bad comment upon what Horace has faid on this fubject; -funt certi denique fines Quos ultrà citráque nequit confiftere rectum, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his text Lyes mocking our defigns. With him, Patroclus, Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day Breaks fcurril jetts; And with ridiculous and aukward action (Which, flanderer, he imitation calls) He pageants us. Sometimes, great Agamemnon, Thy toplefs deputation he puts on; And like a strutting player, (whose conceit That's done--- as near as the extremeft ends (12) 'Tis Neftor right! now play him me, Patroclus, Arming to anfwer in a night alarm: And then, forfooth, the faint defects of age (82) as near as the extremeft ends of parallels; i. e. vaftly diftant; for parallel lines, though they run all the way equi-diftant, yet their extre mities are as far off from each other as the points of caftand weft. Sir Valour dies; cries " O!---enough, Patroclus--" Neft. And in the imitation of these twain, As broad Achilles; and keeps his tent like him; (A flave, whofe gall coins flanders like a mint) Uly. They tax our policy, and call it cowardife, Count wifdom as no member of the war; Fore-stall our prescience, and esteem no act But that of hand: the still and mental parts, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, When fitnefs call them on, and know by measure Of their obfervant toil, the enemies' weight; Why, this hath not a finger's dignity; They call this bed-work mapp'ry, closet war; (13) (13) They call this bed-work, mappery, closet war :] The Poet, in my opinion, would fay, this is planning out action and war, as a man might do on his pillow and in his closet. If fo, bedwork muft be the epithet to mappery, as closet is to war; and therefore I have expunged the comma, which feparted the firft from its fubftantive. So Guiderius, in Cym beline, fpeaking of an unactive life, fays, it is A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed. So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Neft. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horfe Makes many Thetis' fons. [Tucket founds. Aga. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. Men. From Troy. Enter ENEAS. Aga. What would you 'fore our tent? Ane. Is this great Agamemnon's tent, I pray you? Aga. Even this. Ane. May one, that is a Herald and a Prince, Do a fair meffage to his kingly ears! Aga. With furety ftronger than Achilles' arm, Fore all the Greckith heads, which with one voice Call Agamemnon Head and General. Ene. Fair leave, and large fecurity. How may Ene. I afk, that I might waken reverence, Which is that God in office, guiding men? Aga. This Trojan scorns us, or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers. Ene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: (14) But when they would feem foldiers, they have galls; (14) But when they would feems foldiers, they have galls, Good arms, ftrong joints, true words, and Jove's accord Good arms, ftrong joints, true fwords; and Jove's accord, Nothing fo full of heart. But peace, Æneas; Ane Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: Nothing fo full of hearts.] Can the Poet be fuppofed to mean, that the Trojans had Jove's accord whenever they would feem foldiers? No, certainly, he would intimate that nothing was fo full of heart as they, when that god did but fhew himself on their fide. This circumftance added, brings no impeachment to their courage: valour would become prefumption and impiety in them, if they had trusted to it when Jove manifeftly declared himfelt on the other fide. My regulation of the pointing fixes the Poet's fente; and 'tis every where his manner to mention the concurrence of the deity fuppofed. Our coronation done, we will accite (As I before remembered) all our state, And (Heaven configning to my good intents,) &c. for God before, 2 Henry IV. We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. Henry V. Yet, God before, tell him, we will come on. That by the help of thefe, (with Him above &c. &c. &c. ibid. Macbeth. |