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More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

To every ticklish reader ! set them down
The present eye praises the present object.

For sluttish spoils of opportunity,
Love shook off by a Soldier.

And daughters of the game.
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak, wan-

The Character of Troilus. ton Cupid

The youngest son of Priam, a true knight. Shall from your neck unloose his am'rous fold, Not yet inature, yet matchless: firın of word; And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue ; Be shook to air.

Not soon provok’d, nor, being provok'd, soon Lovers parting in the Morning.

calm’d: Troil. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, His heart and hand both open, and both free ; Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the ribald crows, For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he And dreaming night will hide our joys no shows; I would not from thee.

[longer, Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Cres. Night hath been too brief.

Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath: Troil. Beshrew the witch! with venomous Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ; wights she stays,

For Hector, in bis blaze of wrath, subscribes
As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
With wings more momentary swift than Is more vindicative than jealous love.

Hector in Buttle.
Lovers' Farewell.

I have, thou gallant Trojait, seen thee oft,
Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, Laboring for destiny, make cruel way
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: Through ranks of Greekish youths: and I have
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

seen thee, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, them,

Despising many forfeits and subduements, He fumbles up into a loose adieu ;

When thou hast hung thy advanced sword And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,

i' the air, Distasted with the salt of broken tears.

Not letting it decline on the declin'd; Troilus's Character of the Grecian Youths.

That I have said to some my standers-by, The Grecian youths are full of quality,

Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life! They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of And I have seen thee pause, and take thy nature flowing,


[thee in, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise ; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Like an Olympian wrestling.

When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d Alas! a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin),

Achilles surveying Hector. Makes me afeard.

Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his A Trumpeter.


[there; Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, Blow villain, till thy sphered bias cheek (pipe: And make distinct the very breach, whereout

That I may give the local wound a name; Outswell the cholic of puft Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes pour

Hector's great spirit Aew. Answer me, hea.

vens !
Thou blow'st for Hector.

Honor more dear than Life.
Diomedes' Manner of Walking:

Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate; 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; Life every man holds dear; but the brave man He rises on the toe: that spirit of his

Holds honor far more precious dear than life. In aspiration lifts him from the earth.

Pity to le discarded in War.
Description of Cressida.

For the love of all the gods There's language in her eye, her cheek, ber Let's leave the herinit Pily with our mother; lir,

[out And when we have our armors buckled on, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits fook The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords ! At every joint and motive of her body.

Rash Vous. () these encounterers, so glib of tongue, The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; That give a coasting welcome ere it comes, They are polluted offerings more abhorr'd And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts Than spoited livers in the sacrifice.


§ 37. Sebastian and Dorax.

And hurried me from hopes of heaven to heli.

DRYDEN. All these, and all my yet unfinish'd crimes, Re-enter Dorax, having taken off his Turlan, When I shall rise to plead before the saints,

and put on an European Habit. I charge on thee to make thy damning sure. Dor. Now do you know me?

Seb. Thy old presumptuous arrogance again, Seb. Thou shouldst be Alonzo.

That bred my first dislike, and then my loathing, Dor. So you should be Sebastian;

Once more be warn'd, and know me for thy king. But when Sebastian ceas'd to be himself Dor. Too well I know thee, but for king no I ceas'd to be Alonzo.

This is not Lisbon, nor the circle this, (more : Sel. As in a dream

Where, like a statue, thou hast stood besieg'd I see thee here, and scarce believe mine eyes. By sycophants and fools, the growth of oourts; Dor. Is it so strange to find me where my Where thy gull'd eyes in all the gaudy round wrongs,

Met nothing but a lie in every face; And your inhuman tyranny, have sent me? And the gross flattery of a gaping crowd, Think not you dream: or, if you did, my injuries Envious who first should catch and first applaud Shall call so loud, that lethargy should wake; The stuff of royal nonsense: when I spoke, And death should give you back to answer me. My honest homely words were carp'd and cenA thousand nights have brush'd their balmy For wantofcourtlystyle: related actions, (sur'd wings

Though modestly reported, pass'd for boasts: Over these eyes; but ever, when they clos'd, Secure of merit, if I ask'd reward, (vaded, Your tyrant image forc'd them ope again, Thy hungry minions thought their rights inAnd dried the dew's they brought.

And the bread snatch'd from pimps and paraThe long expected hour is come at length, Henriquez answer'd, with a ready lie, [sites. By manly vengeance to redeem my fame: To save his king's, the boon was begg'd before. And, that once clear'd, eternal sicep is welcome. Scb. What say'st thou of Henriquez? Now, Seb. I have not yet forgot I am a king,

by Heaven, Whose royal office is redress of wrongs:

Thou niov’st me more by barely naming him, If I have wrongd thee, charge me face to face; Than all thy foul, unmanner'd, scurril taunts. I bare not yet forgot I am a soldier. [me; Dor. And therefore 'twas to gall thee that I

Dor. 'Tis the first justice thou hast ever done nam'd him,
Then, tho'I loathe this woman's war of tongue, That thing, that nothing but a cringe and smile;
Yet shall my cause of vengeance first be clear: That woman, but more daub'd; or, if a man,
And, honor, be thou judge.

Corrupted to a woman; thy man-mistress. Seb. Honor befriend us both.

Seb. All false as hell, or thou. Beware! I warn thee yet to tell thy griefs Dor. Yes; full as false in terms becoming majesty to hear :

As that I serv'd thee hifteen hard campaigns, I warn thee thos, because I know thy temper And pitch'd thy standard in those foreign fields : Is insolent and baughty to superiors : By me thy greatness grew, thy years grew with it, How often hast thou bravd my peaceful court, But thy ingratitude outgrew them both. (first, Fil'd it with noisy brawls, and windy boasts ; Seb. I see to what thou tend'st; but tell me And with past service, nauseously repeated, If those great acts were done aloue for me ; Reproach'd even me, thy prince! (ward, If love produc'd not some, and pride the rest?

Dor. And well I might, when you forgot re- Dor. Why, love does all that's noble here The part of Heaven in kings: for punishment below. I hangman's work, and drudgery for devils. But all th' advantage of that love was thine: I raust and will reproach thee with my service, For, coming fraughted back, in either hand Tyrant!-it irks me so to call my prince, With palm and olive, victory and peace, But just resentment and hard usage coin'd I was indeed prepar'd to ask my own Th unwilling word; and grating as it is, (For Violante's vows were mine before) : Take it, for 'tis thy due.

Thy malice had prevention, ere I spoke; Seb. How, tyrant !

And ask'd me Violante for Henriquez. Dur. Tyrant!

back; Seb. I meant ihee a reward of greater worth. Seb. Traitor! that name thou canst not echo Dor. Where justice wanted, could reward That robe of infamy, that circumcision

be hopd? III hid beneath that robe, proclaim thee traitor : Could the robb'd passenger expect a bounty And, if a name

From those rapacious hands who stripp'd him More foul than traitor be, 'tis renegade. tyrant, first?

[love. Dor. If I'm a traitor, think and blush, thou Scb. He had my promise ere I knew thy Whose injuries betray'd me into treason, Dor. My services deserv'd, thou shouldst reEduc'd my loyalty, unhing'd my faith,

voke it.

Seb. Thy insolence hath cancell'd all thy ser- | Now draw; I should be loath to think thou To violate my laws, even in my court, [vice; Beware of such another vileexcuse. (dar’st not : Sacred to peace, and safe from all affronis; Scb. O, patience, Heaven! Even to my face, and done in my despite, Dor. Beware of patience too; Under the wing of awful majesty,

That's a suspicious word: it had been proper, To strike the man I lov'd !

Before thy foot had spuro'd ine; now 'tis base: Dor. Ev’n in the face of Heaven, a place Yet, to disarm thee of thy last defence, more sacred,

I have thy oath for my security: Would I have struck the man who, prompt The only boon I begg'd was this fair combat : by pow'r,

Fight, or be perjur'd now; that's all thy choice. Would seize my right, and rob me of my love. Seb. Now can I thank thee as thou wouldst But, for a blow provok'd by thy injustice,

be thank'd:

Drawing The hasty product of a just despair,

Never was vow of honor better paid, When he refus'd to meet me in the field, [own! If my true sword but hold, than this shall be. That thou shouldst make a coward's cause thy The sprightly bridegroom on his wedding-night Seb. He durst: nay, more, desir'd and beggd More gladly enters not the lists of love. with tears

Why, 'tis enjoyment to be summon'd thus. To meet thy challenge fairly; 'twas thy fault Go; bear my message to Henriquez' ghost, To make it public: but my duty then And say his master and his friend reveng'd him. To interpose, on pain of my displeasure, Dor. His ghost! then is my hated rival dead? Betwixt your swords.

Seb. The question is beside our present pur. Dor. On pain of in famy

Thou seest me ready; we delay too long. [pose. He should have disobey'd.

[me: Dor. A minute is not much in either's life, Seb. The indignity thou didst was meant to when there's but one betwixt us; throw it in Thy glovniy eyes were cast on me with scorn, And give it him of us who is to fall. Aswho should say, the blow was there intended; Seb. He's dead: make haste, and thou magst But that thou didst not dare to lift thy hands yet o'ertake him. Against apointed power: so was I forc'd Dor. When I was hasty, thou delay'dst me To do a sovereign justice to myself,

longer. And spurn thee from my presence.

I pr’ythee let me hedge one moment more Dor. Thou hast dar'd

Into thy promise: for thy life preserv'd, To tell me what I durst not tell myself: Be kind : and tell me how that rival died, I durst not think that I was spurn'd, and live; Whose death next thine, I wish'd. And live to hear it boasted to my face;

Sel. If it would please thee, thou shouldst All my long avarice of honor lost,

never know, Heap'd up in youth, and hoarded up for age; But thou, like jealousy, inquir'st a truth, Has honor's fountain then suck'd' back the Which found, will torture thee. He died in stream

fight: He has; and hooting boys may dryshod pass, Fought next my person, as in concert fought; And gather pebbles from the naked ford. Kepi pace for pace, and blow for every blow; Give me my love, my honor; give them back : Save when he heav'd his shield in my defence, Give me revenge while I have breath to ask it. And on his naked side receiv'd my wound : Seb. Now by this honor'd order which I Then, when he could no more, he fell at once, wear,


ut roll'd his falling body cross their way, More gladly would I give than thou dar’st ‘ask And made a bulwark of it for his prince. Nor shall the sacred character of king

Dor. I never can forgive him such a death! Be urg'd to shield me from thy bold appeal. Seb. I prophesied thy proud soul could not If I have injur'd thee, that makes us equal:

bear it. The wrong, if done, debas'd me down to thee. Now judge thyself who best deserv'd my love. But thou hast charg'd me with ingratitude ; I knew you both; and (durst I say) as Hearen Has thou not charg'd me? Speak.

Foreknew among the shining angel host Dor. Thou know'st I have :

Who should stand firm, who fall. [fallin ; If thou disown'st that imputation, draw, Dor. Had he been tempted so, so had lie And prove my charge a lie.

And so, had I been favor’d, had I stood. Seb. No; to disprove that lie I must not Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, draw :

Confess he justlywas preferr'd to thee. [appears : Be conscious to thy worth, and tell thy soul Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent stars, What thou hast done this day in my defence: My fortune had been his, and his been mine. To fight thee after this, whai were it else 0, worse than hell! what glory have I lost, Than owning that ingratitude thou urgʻst? And what has he acquir'd by such a death! That isthmus stands between two rushing seas; I should have fallen by Sebastian's side, Which mounting view each other from afar, My corpse had been the bulwark of my king : And strive in vain to meet

His glorious end was a patch'd work of fate, Dor. I'll cut that isthmus :

Ill sorted with a soft effeminate life: Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy life, It suited better with my life than his But to retrieve it, for my own revenge. So to have died : mine had been of a piece, I sav'd thee out of honorable malice. Spent in your service, dying at your feet.

Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life, Who shall love best and closest shall embrace:
The more his fame, to struggle to the field, Be what Henriquez was-be my Alonzo.
And meet his glorious fate: confess, proud Dor. What, My Alonzo, said you? iny Alonzo!

tears thank

you, for I cannot speak; (For I will have it from thy very month), And if I could,

[as mine. That better he deserv'd my love than thou. Words were not made to vent such thoughts Dor. O, whither wouldst thou drive me? I Seb. Thou canst not speak, and I can ne'er must grant,

be silent.
Yes, I must grant, but with a swelling soul, Some strange reverse of fate must sure attend
Henriquez had your love with more desert: This vast profusion, this extravagance
For you he fought and died: I fought against you: Of Heaven to bless me thus. 'Tis gold so pure,
Through all the mazes of the bloody field It cannot bear the stamp without allay.
Hunted your sacred life; which that I miss'd Be kind, ye pow'rs, and take but half away:
Was the propitious error of my fate,

With ease the gifts of fortune I resign:
Not of my soul; my soul's a regicide. But let my love and friend be ever mine.
Seb. Thou might'st have given it a more
gentle nanie:

§ 38. Antony and Ventidius. Thou meant'st to kill a tyrant, not a king.

DRYDEN. Speak, didst thou not, Alonzo ?

Ant. They tell me 'tis my birth-day; and Dor. Can I speak ?

I'll keep it Alas! I cannot answer to Alonzo :

With double pomp of sadness. [breath. No, Dorax cannot answer to Alonzo : 'Tis what the day deserves which gave me Alonzo was too kind a name for me. [arms, Why was I rais'd the meteor of the world, Then, when I fought and conquer'd with your Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelld, In that blest age I was the man you nam’d: Till all my fires were spent, and then cast Till rage and pride debas'd me into Dorax;

And lost, like Lucifer, my name above. [rax. To be trud out by Cæsar ?

Seb. Yet twice this day I ow'd my life to Do- Vent. [Aside.) On my soul
Dor. I sav'd you but to kill you: there's my | 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!

[repent : Ant. Count thy gains; Sel. Nay, if thou canst be griev'd, thou canst Now, Antony, wouldst thou be born for this? Thou couldst not be a villain, though thou Glutton of fortune, thy devouring youth wouldst:

[err’d: Hast starv'd thy wanting age. Thou own'st too much in owning thou hast Vent. (Aside.] How sorrow shakes him! And I too little, who prorok'd thy crime. So now the tempest tears him up by th' roots,

Dor. O, stop this headlong torrent of your And on the ground extends the noble ruin. It comes too fast upon a feeble soul, [goodness ; Ant. [Having thrown himself down.] Half drown'd in tears before ; spare my confu- Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor ; sion,

The place thou pressest on thy mother earth For pity spare, and say not, first you err'd. Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee ; For yet I have not dar'd, thro' guilt and shame, Some few days hence and then 'twill be too To throw myself beneath your royal feet. Now spurn this rebel, this proud renegade; When thou’rt contracted in thy narrow urn, "Tis just you should, nor will I more complain. Shrunk to a few cold ashes: then Octavia Seb. Indeed thou shouldst not ask forgive. (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), ness first,

Octavia then will have thee all her own, But thou prevent'st me still in all that's noble. And bear thee in her widow'd hand to Cæsar. Yes, I will raise thee up with better news: Cæsar will weep, the crocodile will weep, Thy Violante's heart was ever thine;

To see his rival of the universe

[on't. Compell’d to wed, because she was my ward, Lie still and peaceful there. I'll think no more Her soul was absent when she gave her hand : Give me some music; look that it be sad; Nor could my threats, or his pursuing court. I'll soothe my melancholy till I swell ship,

And burst myself with sighing Effect the consummation of his love:

"Tis somewhat to my humor. Stay, I fancy So still indulging tears, she pines for thee, I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature A widow and a maid.

Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Dor. Have I been cursing Heaven, while Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene; [oak, Heaven bless'd me!

Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted I shall run mad with ecstasy of joy:

I lean my head upon the mossy bark,
What, in one moment to be reconcil'd And look just of a piece as I grew from it:
To Heaven, and to my king, and to my love: My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe,
But pity is my friend, and stops me short, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brooks
For my unhappy rival. Poor Henriquez! Runs at my foot-

Seb. Art thou so generous too, to pity him? Vent. Methinks, I fancy
Nay, then I was unjust to love him better. Myself there too.
Here let me ever hold thee in my arms;

'Ant. The herd come jumping by me, And all our quarrels be but such as these, And fearless quench their thirst while I look on,


And take me for their fellow-citizen.

Ant. I'll help thee, I have been a inan, VenMore of this image, more; it lulls my thoughts. tidius. Vent. I must disturb hin: I can hold no Vent. Yes, and a brave one: but longer.

[Stands before him. Ant. I know thy meaning Ant. (Starting up.] Art thou Ventidius? But I have lost my reason, have disgracd Vent. Are you Antony?

The name of soldier with inglorious ease. l'ın liker what I was, than you to him In the full vintage of my flowing honors When that I left you last.

Sat still, and saw it prest by other hands. [ir, Ant. I'm angry.

Fortune came smiling to my youth, and wood Vent. So am I

And purple greatness met my ripen'd years. Ant. I would be private: leave me. When first I came to empire, I was borne Vent. Sir, I love you,

On tides of people, crowding to my triumphs ; And therefore will not leave you.

The wish of nations, and the willing world
Ant. Will not leave me?

[am I? Receiv'd me as its pledge of future peace.
Where have you learnt that answer !" Who I was so great, so happy, so belorid,
Vent. My emperor: the man I love next Fate could not ruin me; till I took pains,

And work'd against my fortune, chid her from If I said more, I think 'twere scarce a a sin:

ine, You're all that's good and godlike.

And turn'd her loose : yet still she came again. Ant. All that's wretched.

My careless days and my luxurious nights You will not leave me then?

At length have wearied her, and now she's gone; Vert. 'Twas too presuming

Gone, gone, divorc'd for ever! Help me, soldier, To say I would not: but I dare not leave you; To curse this madman, this industrious fool, And 'tis unkind in you to chide nie hence Who labor'd to be wretched. Pr’ythec curse So soon, when I so far have come to see you. Vent No.

[me. Ant. Now thou hast seen me,artihou satisfied?

Ant. Why? For, if a friend, thou hast beheld enough, Vent. You are too sensible already (ings, And, if a foe, too much.

Of what you've done, too conscious of your failVent. Look, emperor, this is no common dew, And like a scorpion, whipt by others first I have not wept these sorty years; but now To fury, sting yourself in mad revenge. My mother comes afresh into my eyes ; I would bring balm, and pour it in your wounds, I cannot belp her sofiness. [man ! he weeps ! Cure your distemper'd mind, and heal your

Ant. By Heaven he weeps, poor good old Ant. I know thou wouldst. [fortunes. The big round drops course one another down Vent. I will. The furrows of his cheeks. Stop 'em, Ventidius, Ant. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Or I shall blush to death; they set my shame, Vent. You laugh. That caus d 'em, full before me.

Ant. I do, io sie oficious love
Vent. I'll do my

[friends ; Give cordials to the dead.
Ant. Sure there's contagion in the tears of Vent. You would be lost then!
See, I have caught it too. Believe me, 'tis not Ant. I am.
For my own griefs, but thinc,-uay, father | Vent. I say you are not. Try your fortune.
Veni. Emperor !

[tory. Ant. I have to th' utmost. Dost thou think
Ant. Emperor! why that's the style of vic- me desperate
The conqu’ring soldier, red with unfelt wounds, Without just cause? No, when I found all lost
Salutes his general so: but never more Beyond repair, I hid nie froin the world,
Shall that sound reach my ears.

And learnt to scorn it here; which now I do Vent. I warrant you.

So heartily, I think it is not worth Ant. Actium, Actium! 0

The cost of keeping Vent. It sits too near you.

[day; Vent. Cæsar ihinks not so: Ant. Here, here it lies ; a lump of lead by He'll thank you for the gift he could not take. And in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, You would be kill'd like Tully, would you? Do; The hag that rides my dreams.

Hold out your throat to Cæsar, and die tamels. Vent. Out with it: give it vent.

Ant. No, I can kill myself; and so resolve. Ant. Urge not my shame

Vent. I can die with you too, when time I lost a battle.

shall serve :
Vent. So has Julius done. [thou think'st; But fortune calls upon us now to live,

Ant. Thou favor’st me, and speak'st not half | To fight, to conquer.
For Julius fought it out, and lost it fairly: Ant. Sure thou dream'st, Ventidius. [hours
But Antony

Vent. No, 'tis you dream; you sleep away your
Vent. Nay, stop not.

In desperate sloth, miscallid philosophy. (you, Ant. Antony

Up, up, for hovor's suke; twelve legions wait (Well, thou wilt have it, like a coward fled, And long to call you chief. By painful journeys Fled while his soldiers fought; fed first, Ven. 1 led 'em, patient both of heat and hunger, tidius.

Dowp from the Parthian marches to the Nile. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. 'Twill do you good to see their sun-burnt faces, I know thou cam'st prepar'd to rail.

Their scarr'd cheeks, and chopt hands; there's Vent. I did.

virtue in 'em :

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