A little proudly, and great deal misprizing Ene. If not Achilles, Sir, What is your name? Achil. If not Achilles, nothing. Ene. Therefore, Achilles: but whate'er, know In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; [this, The other blank as nothing; weigh him well; Aga. Here is Sir Diomede: go, gentle knight, Stand by our Ajax; as you and Lord Æneas Confent upon the order of the fight, So be it; either to the uttermoft, Or elfe a breath. The combatants being kin Aga. What Trojan is that fame that looks fo heavy? Uly. The youngest fon of Priam, a true knight; Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedlefs in his tongue; Not foon provoked, nor, being provoked, foon calmed; His heart and hand both open, and both free; point. I regulated the paffage in the appendix to my Shakefpeare Reftored; and Mr Pope has followed my regulation in his laft edition of our Poet. For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he fhews; For Hector in his blaze of wrath fubfcribes [Alarm. Hector and Ajax fight. Aga. They are in action. Neft. Now, Ajax, hold thine own. Troi. Hector, thou sleepest, awake thee. Aga. His blows are well difpofed; there, Ajax. Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets ceafe. Ene. Princes, enough, fo please you, Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Hect. Why then, will I no more. Thou art, great Lord, my father's fifter's fon; (39) A gory emulation 'twixt us twain. Were thy commixion Greek and Trojan fo, All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood (39) Thou art, great Lord, my father's fifter's fon ;] For Ajax, as well as Teucer, was the fon of Hefione, who was the daughter of Laomedon, and fifter of Priam, Thou fhould'ft not bear from me a Greekish mem- Ajax. I thank thee, Hector! Thou art too gentle and too free a man : A Het. Not Neoptolemus fo mirable, (On whofe bright creft, Fame, with her loudeft O yes, Cries, This is he;) could promise to himself Het. We'll answer it: The iffue is embracement: Ajax, farewel. Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's with, and great Achilles To the expectors of our Trojan part; Defire them home. Give me thy hand, my Coufin: I will go eat with thee, and fee your Knights. AGAMEMNON and the reft of the Greeks come forward. Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. Hect. The worthieft of them tell me name by But for Achilles, mine own fearching eyes [name; Shall find him by his large and portly fize. Aga. Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one That would be rid of fuch an enemy; But that's no welcome: understand more clear, But in this extant moment, faith and truth, From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome. you. Ene. The noble Menelaus. Het. O you, my Lord-by Mars his gauntlet, Mock not that I affect the untreaded oath: [thanks. Your quondamn wife fwears ftill by Venus' glove: She's well, but bade me not commend her to you. Men. Name her not now, Sir, fhe's a deadly Heat. O, pardon-I offend. [theme. Neft. I have, thou gallant Trojan, feen thee oft, Labouring for destiny, make cruel way Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have seen Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life! And I have feen thee paufe, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greeks have hemmed thee in, VOL. XI. F f Like an Olympian wrestling. This I've seen: Hed. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That haft fo long walk'd hand in hand with time: Moft reverend Neftor, I am glad to clafp thee. Neft. I would my arms could match thee in conAs they contend with thee in courtefy. [tention, Hect. I would they could. [morrow. Neft. By this white beard, I'd fight with thee toWell, welcome, welcome; I have feen the time-— Ulf. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here the base and pillar by us. Hect. I know your favour, Lord Ulyffes, well. Ah, Sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I faw yourself and Diomede In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy. Ulyf. Sir, I foretold you then what would enfue: My prophecy is but half his journey yet; For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yond towers, whofe wanton tops do buss the clouds, Muft kifs their own feet. He. I must not believe you : There they ftand yet; and, modeftly I think, Ulyf. So to him we leave it. Moft gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome; After the general, I beseech you next To feaft with me, and fee me at my tent. |