After the General, I befeech you next
To feaft with me, and fee me at my Tent.

Achil. I fhall foreftall thee, lord Úly sses ;———thou! Now, Hector, I have fed mine

eyes on thee; I have with exact view perus'd thee, Hector,

And quoted joint by joint.
Hedt. Is this Achilles?

Achil. I am Achilles.

Het. Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee. Achil. Behold thy fill.

Heat. Nay, I have done already.

Achil. Thou art too brief. I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb.

Hect. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er: But there's more in me, than thou understand'st. Why doft thou fo opprefs me with thine eye?

Achil. Tell me, you heav'ns, in which part of his body

Shall I deftroy him? whether there, or there,
That I may give the local wound a name;
And make diftinct the very breach, where-out
Hector's great fpirit flew. Anfwer me, heav'ns!
Hect. It would difcredit the bleft Gods, proud man,
To answer such a queftion: ftand again.-
Think'ft thou to catch my life fo pleasantly,
As to prenominate, in nice conjecture,
Where thou wilt hit me dead?

Achil. I tell thee, yea.

Het. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so, I'd not believe thee: henceforth guard thee well, For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there; But, by the forge that ftmythied Mars his helm, I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.You wifeft Grecians, pardon me this brag, His infolence draws folly from my lips; But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words, Or may I never

Ajax. Do not chafe thee, coufin;

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And you, Achilles, let thefe threats alone,
'Till accident or purpose bring you to't.
You may have ev'ry day enough of Hector,
If you have ftomach. The general State, I fear,
Can fcarce intreat you to be odd with him.
Hect. I pray you, let us fee you in the field:
We have had pelting wars fince you refus'd
The Grecians' caufe.

Achil. Doft thou intreat me, Hector?

To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
To-night, all friends.

Het. Thy hand upon that match.

Aga. First, all you Peers of Greece, go to my Tent, There in the full convive you; afterwards,

As Hector's leifure and your bounties fhall
Concur together, feverally intreat him.

To tafle your bounties: let the trumpets blow;
That this great foldier may his welcome know.

Manent Troilus and Ulyffes.

[Exeunt.

Troi. M In what place of the field doth Calchas

Y lord Ulyffes, tell me, I befeech you,

keep?

Ulyff. At Menelaus' Tent, moft princely Troilus;
There Diomede doth feaft with him to-night;
Who neither looks on heav'n, nor on the earth,

But gives all gaze and bent of am'rous view

On the fair Creffid.

Troi. Shall I, fweet lord, be bound to thee fo

much,

After you part from Agamemnon's Tent,

To bring me thither?

Ulyff. You fhall command me, Sir: As gently tell me, of what honour was

This Creffida in Troy; had the no lover there,
That wails her abfence?

Troi. O Sir, to fuch as boafting fhew their fears, A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord? She was belov'd, fhe lov'd; fhe is, and doth : But, ftill, fweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Before Achilles's Tent, in the Grecian Camp. Enter Achilles and Patroclus.

ACHILLE S.

'LL heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,

Patroclus, let us feaft him to the height.
Pat. Here comes Therfites.

Enter Therfites.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy ?
Thou crufty batch of Nature, what's the news?
Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou feem'ft, and.
idol of ideot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment ?

Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
Pat. Who keeps the tent now?

Ther. The furgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Pat. Well faid, adverfity; and what need these tricks?

Ther. Pr'ythee, be filent, boy, I profit not by thy talk; thou art thought to be Achilles's male-varlet. Pat. Male-varlet, you rogue? what's that?

Ther. Why, his mafculine whore. Now the rotten. diseases of the south, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i'th' back, lethargies, cold palfies, raw

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eyes,

eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impofthume, fciatica's, lime-kilns i'th' palm, incurable bone-ach, and the rivell'd fee-fimple of the tetter, take and take again fuch prepofterous dif

coveries.

Pat. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meaneft thou to curse thus?

Ther. Do I curfe thee?

Pat. Why, no, you ruinous butt, you whorefon indiftinguishable cur.

Ther. No? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle immaterial fkein of fley'd filk. thou green farcenet flap for a fore eye, thou taffel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pefter'd with such water-flies, diminutives of Nature.

Pat. Out, gall!

Ther. Finch-egg!

Achil. My fweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpofe in to-morrow's battle:
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,

A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep

An oath that I have fworn. I will not break it;
Fall Greek, fail fame, honour, or go, or stay,
My major vow lies here; this I'll obey.
Come, come. Therfiles, help to trim my tent,
This night in banqueting muft all be spent.
Away, Patroclus.

[Exeunt.

Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad: but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon, an honeft fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he hath not fo much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive ftatue,

The primitive ftatue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds;] He calls Menelaus the Transformation of Jupiter, that is, as himfelf explains it,

the

ftatue, and obelisque memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty fhoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg; to what form, but that he is, fhould wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him? to an ass were nothing, he is both ass and ox; to an ox were nothing, he is both ox and afs; to be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against Diftiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Therfites; for I care not, to be the loufe of a lazar, fo I were not Menelaus

Hey-day, spirits and fires!

SCENE II.

Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Neftor, and Diomede, with lights.

E go wrong, we go wrong.

Aga. W

Ajax. No, yonder 'tis; there, where we fee the light.

Heat. I trouble you.

Ajax. No, not a whit.

Enter Achilles.

Ulyff. Here comes himself to guide you.

Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, Princes all. Aga. So, now fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night.

Ajax commands the Guard to tend on you.

Het. Thanks, and good-night, to the Greeks' General.

the Bull, on account of his Horns, which he had as a Cuckold. This Cuckold he calls the primitive Statue of Cuckolds; Therefore we fhould read, and obelifque Memorial of Cuckolds. He is reprefented as one who would remain an eternal Monument of his Wife's Infidelity. And how could this be better done than by calling him. an Obelifque Memorial? of all human Edifices the most durable.

Warb.

Men.