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Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,
Dio. This shall I undertake ; and 'tis a bu..ben Which I am proud to bear. [Exeunt Dio. and Cal,
Enter, before their Tent, Achilles, and Patrocłu. Uly. Achilles stands i’the entrance of his tentim Please it our general to pass trangely by him, As if he were forgot ;-and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him :I will come laft: 'Tis like, he'll question me, Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on him; If so, I have decision med'cinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, Which his own will shall have desire to drink; It
may do good : Pride hath no other glass
Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put ok
[They pass forward. Ach. What, comes the general to speak with me! You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
Aga. What says Achilles ? would he ought with us!
(Exeunt Aga. and Nel Ach. Good day, good day. Han. How do you ? how do you i
Ach. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ach. What, am I poor of late ?
Uly. Now, great Thetis' fon?
• Whoever has read cardinal Wolfey's admirable soliloquy upon the decline of fortune, would imagine our author had exhausted his ideas as the subject; but the preceding lines, with many other similar priftages in his works, show he was inexhaustible.
How much in having, or without, or in,-
Açb. This is not strange, Ulyfjes.
Uly. I do not train at the position,
berates The voice again ; or like a gate of fteel Fronting the fun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this ; And apprehended here immediately The unknown Ajax. 6 Heavens, what man is there ! a very horse ; «« «That has he knows not what. Nature, what things
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“ Most abject in regard, and dear in use !
• That most pure spirit of fenfex is a very, refined allufion to the optic powers..
« Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
« Ach. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, " As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me “ Good word, nor look :” What, are my deeds forgot i
Uly. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-fiz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those fcraps are good deeds paft; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: Perseverance keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, Like rusty mail in monumental mockery. Then, dear my lord, take you
the instant way : For honour travels in a freight so narrow, Where one but goes abreaft: keep then the path : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or turn aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindermoft ; and there you lye, Like to a gallant horse fall’n in first rank, For. pavement to the abject rear, o'er-run And trampl'd on. Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in paft, muft o'er-top-yours : For time is like a fashionable hoft; That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer: “ Welcome ever smiles, " And farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was ; " For beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service, “ Love, friend Ahip, charity, are subjects all
" To envious and calumniating time. “ One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,“ That all, with one consent, praise new born gawds, “ Though they are made and molded of things paft; “ And give to dust, that is a little gilt, “ More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dufted. “ The present eye praises the present obje&t: “ Then marvel not, thou great and compleat man, " That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; “ Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, “ Than what not stirs." The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would't not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Made emulous millions 'mongst the gods themselves, And drave great Mars to faction".
Ach. of this my privacy
Uly. But gainst your privacy
Ach. Ha! known ?
Uly. Is that a wonder? “ The providence that's in a watchful state, “ Knows almost every grain of Pluto's gold ; “ Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ;
Keeps pace with thought; and almost, like the gods, “ Does even those thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. " There is a mystery (with whom relation “ Durft never meddle) in the foul of state ; “Which hath an operation more divine, “ Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to : All the commerce that you have had with Troy, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;
This speech contains much matrer, conveyed in a masterly mea. ner, but is rather too prolix to bear speaking to the general ear; argumentative harangues on-the stage, should be concise. The lines marked have full as much merit as the others, but may be best spare: