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Achil. I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses;-—thou!
Hect. Is this Achilles ?
Achil. Thou art too brief, I will the second time,
Heft. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
Heit. It would discredit the blefs'd Gods, proud
Achil. I tell thee, yea.
Helt. Wert thou the oracle to tell me fo,
(40) But by the forge that stythied Mars his helm.] So again, in Hamlet ;
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan’s jtithy.
I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
Ajax. Do not chase thee, cousin,
Heft. I pray you, let us see you in the field:
refused The Grecians' cause.
Achil. Dost thou intreat me, Hector ?
---and the smith
That forgeth Biarpe fwerdis on the stith. And the word is still current in our northern counties. But I own, I fufpect this not to have been our Author's word, tither in Hamlet or here. For, in the first place, an anvil is. far from being the dirtiest thing in a smith's hop; and theu. the forge, or furnace, cannot be said to anvil the helmet. I have corrected;
Eut by the forge that smithicd Mars's helm. A smihy is the working ihop of a smith; and to smithy, is to perform the work and office of a smith. (41) The general state, I fear,
Can Scarce intreat you to be odd with him.] This is obe fcurely expressed, but the meaning must be this : Notwithstanding this blustering which you have made, I fear the whole Grecian confederacy with their united prayers could fcarce prevail with you to make Hector your adversary in good carnest, to oppose yourself to himn. This will be farther explained by a passage in King Henry V.
Say, if my father render fair reply,
Hect. Thy hand upon that match.
Aga. First, all you Peers of Greece, go to my
Ulyf. At Menelaus’tent, most princely Troilus,
Troi. Shall I, sweet Lord, be bound to thee fo
Ulyf. You shall command me, Sir:
Troi. O Sir, to such as boasting fhew their fears,
A' CT V..
SC EX. E, before Achilles's Tent in the Grecian
Enter ACHILLES Qrid PATROCLUS..
I'! 'LL heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night;
Which with iny scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Enter. THER SITES.
? Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou feemelt, and idol of ideot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment?
Pat. Well faid, Adverfity; and what need thefe: tricks? Ther. Pr’ythee, be filent, boy, I profit not by thy
thou art thought to be Achilles's male-har
talk; lot. (43)
(42) How 897", thou core of envy?
Thou cruity batch of Nature, 1 Thus all the printed copics; but what is a crusty batch of Nature ? We mut cer tainly read boich; i. e. fcab, fore, &c. So before, in the beginning of the second act;
And those boiis did run-say fo;- Did not the general run, were not that a batchy core?
(43) Thou art thought to be Achilles's ...le varlet:] Dr
Pat. Male-harlot, you rogue? what's that?
Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o gravel i th' back, lethargies, cold pallies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing langs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, limekilns i th' palm, incurable bone-ach, and the ri-. velled fee-fimple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries!
Pat. Why, tlou damnable box of envy, thou, what meancít thou to curfe thus !
Ther. Do I curse thee?
Pat. Why, .no, you ruinous butt, you whore. fun indistinguishable cur.
Tber. No.? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of fleyed silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a fore eye, thou taffel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-fies, diminutives of nature.
Pat. Out, gall!
Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain,
Thirlby very reasonably conjectures harlot; and this seems confirmed by what Therlites immediately subjoins :- Why, his mafculine whores