Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together. Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed, Enter Nestor. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edities another with her deeds. [Exe. severally. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.camp. Alarums: Excursions. Enter Thersites. There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, P'll go look on. That dissembling abominable var- And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, let, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doating fool- And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls ish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, I would fain see them meet; that that same young And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: that Greekish whoremaster villain, with the sleeve, Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeve- Dexterity so obeying appetite, less errand. O'the other side, The policy of those That what he will, he does; and does so much, crafty swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter Ulysses. Ulyss. O courage, courage, princes! great dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth a blackberry:-They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: will not arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians begin Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other. to him, Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Tro. Fly not; for, should'st thou take the river I would swini after. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now for thy Hec. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood, and honour? Ther. No, no:-I am rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hert. I do believe thee;-live. [Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; SCENE V.-The same. Enter Diomedes and a Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; I go, my lord. Enter Agamemnon. And stands colussus-wise, waving his beam,' (1) Lance. VOL. II. Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Engaging and redeeming of himself, Enter Ajax. [Exit. Ay, there, there. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Achil. SCENE VI.-Another part of the field. Enter Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Enter Diomedes. Dio. I would correct him. Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set. A retreat sounded. lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within.] Peace, drums. Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Agam. March patiently along:-Let one be sent If in his death the gods have us befriended, SCENE VIII.-The same. Enter Menelaus SCENE XI.-Another part of the field. Enter and Paris, fighting: then Thersites. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Margarelon. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX.—Another part of the field. Hector. Eneas and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Tro. Hector is slain. I Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, (3) Burst. (1) Prevail over. (2) Care. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Let Titan rise as early as he dare, 173 As many as be here of panders' hall, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Pan. But hear you, hear you! [Exit. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy' and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! This play is more correctly written than most of [Exit Troilus. Shakspeare's compositions, but it is not one of those Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent in which either the extent of his views or elevation despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are of his fancy is fully displayed. As the story aboundyou set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should ed with materials, he has exerted little invention; our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so but he has diversified his characters with great loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-variety, and preserved them with great exactness. Let me see:— Eull merrily the humble-bee doth sing, (1) Ignominy. (2) Ever. His vicious characters disgust, but cannot corrupt, for both Cressida and Pandarus are detested and contemned. The comic characters seem to have been the favourites of the writer: they are of the superficial kind, and exhibit more of manners, than nature; but they are copiously filled, and powerfully impressed. Shakspeare has in his story followed, for the greater part, the old book of Caxton, which was then very popular; but the character of Thersites, of which it makes no mention, is a proof lished his version of Homer. (3) Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with that this play was written after Chapman had pub mblems and mottoes. JOHNSON. Pain. Poet. I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the world? Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Poet. Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, Which manifold record not matches? See, Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy 'ord! Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,' as it were, To an untirable and continuate2 goodness: I have a jewel here. Mer. O, pray let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? It stains the glory in that happy verse Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece. Pain. "Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, "Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some cation To the great lord Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. (1) Inured by constant practice. (2) For continual. (4) As soon as my book has been presented to Timon. (5) i. e. The contest of art with nature. (6) My design does not stop at any particular (3) i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds. character. Leaving no track behind. Pain. How shall I understand you? Poet. Tim. Commend me to him. I will send his ran som; I'll unbolt' to you. And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me: You see how all conditions, how all minds To Apemantus, that few things loves better Pain. mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness, would be well express'd In our condition. Poet. Nay, sir, but hear me on: All those which were his fellows but of late (Some better than his value,) on the moment Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear, Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Drink the free air. Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? Poet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late-belov'd, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot. Pain. 'Tis common: A thousand moral paintings I can show Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the His means most short, his creditors most strait: To those have shut him up; which failing to him, Tim. I do know him Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he must need me. A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free, him. Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Tim. Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Enter Lucilius. Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. creature, By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Tim. The man is honest. Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid? I call the gods to witness, I will choose Tim. Tim. This gentlenian of mine hath served me long; To build his fortune, I will strain a little, Pawn me to this your honour, she is his. Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my promise. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may That state of fortune fall into my keeping, Which is not ow'd to you! [Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your lordship! Tim. I thank you; you shall hear from me anon Go not away.-What have you there, my friend? (3) To advance their conditions of life. |