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Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
In change of him : let him be sent, great priaces,
And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In most accepted pay.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Crelid hither ; Calchas shall have
Wbat he requests of us.-Good Diomed,
Furnith you fairly for this interchange :
Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer'd in his challenge ; Ajax is ready.

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
To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's feesa

Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put ok
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which hall make him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

[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!
Nes. Would you, my lord, ought with the general?
Ach. No.
Nef. Nothing, my lord,
Aga. The better.

(Exeunt Aga. and Nel Ach. Good day, good day. Han. How do you ? how do you i

(Exit Mena

Ach. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Aja. How now, Patroclus ?
Ách. Good morrow, Ajax.

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Åch. Good-morrow.
Aja. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax.
dcb. What mean these fellows ? know they not Achil

les ?
Pat. They pass by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep
To holy altar,

Ach. What, am I poor of late ?
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
Most fall out with men too: What the declin'd is,
He thall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Shew not their mealy wings, but to the summer ;
And not a man, for being fimply man,
Hath any honour ; but's honour'd for chofe honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which when they fall, as being Nippery ftanders,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not fo with me:
Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did possess,
Save these men's looks ; who do, methinks, find out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
As they have often given. Here is Uludes:
I'll interrupt his reading.--
How now, Ulyfes ?

Uly. Now, great Thetis' fon?
Ach. What are you reading?
Uly. A strange fellow here
Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted :

• 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.

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Cannot make boast to bave that which he båth,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection i
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

Açb. This is not strange, Ulyfjes.
The beauty that is born here in the face,
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself,
. (That moft pure spirit of sense) behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d.
Salutes each other with each other's form.
For speculation turns not to itself,
"Till it hath travel'd, and is marry'd there
Where it may see itself: this is not ftrange at all.

Uly. I do not train at the position,
It is familiar ; but at the autbor's drift:
Who, in his circumftance, expresly proves
That no man is the lord of

any thing,
(Though in and of him there is much consisting).
"Till he communicate his parts to others :
Nor doth he of himself know them for ought,
"Till he behold them form'd in the applause
Where they're extended; which, like an arch, rever

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 !
" What things again most dear in the esteem,
w And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow
w An act that very chance doth throw upon him,

That most pure spirit of fenfex is a very, refined allufion to the optic powers..

66. Ajax

« Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
6. While some men leave to do!
" How some men creep in kittish fortune's hall,
• While others play the ideots in her eyes !
• How one man eats into another's pride,
“ While pride is fafting in his wantonness !
# To see these Grecian lords !--why, even already
“ They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder ;
“ As if his foot were on brave Hektor's breast,
“ And great Troy shrinking:

« 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
I have strong reasons.

Uly. But gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical :
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

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:

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