« PreviousContinue »
Nor faint in the purfuit.
Pri. Paris, you speak
Like one befotted on your sweet delights:
Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
On terms of base compulsion? Can it be,
And fame, in time to come, canonize us :
Hect. I am yours,
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.-
Should once fet footing in your generous bofoms? 15
Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both faid well;
The reafons you alledge, do more conduce
For 'tis a caufe that hath no mean dependence
Troi. Why,there you touch'd the life of our defign:
How now, Therfites? what, loft in the labyrinth 20 of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? He beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy fatiffaction! 'would it were otherwife, that I could beat him, whilft he rail'd at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raife devils, but I'll fee fome issue 25 of my fpiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, -a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till thefe two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of 30 gods; and, Mercury, lofe all the ferpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little lefs-than-little wit from them that they have! which fhort-arm'd ignorance itself knows is fo abundant fcarce, it will not in circumvention deli35 ver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy iron 4, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneache! for that, methinks, is the curfe dependant on thofe that war for a placket. I have faid my 4c prayers; and devil envy, fay Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles !
Patr. Who's there? Theifites? Good Therfites, come in and rail.
Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, thou would'st not have flipp'd out of my contemplation: but it is no matter, Thyfelf upon thyfelf! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven blefs 50thee from a tutor, and difcipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if the that lays thee out, fays-thou art a fair corfe, I'll be fworn and fworn upen 't, The never throuded any but lazars. Amen. 55 Where's Achilles?
Patr. What, art thou devout? waft thou in prayer?
Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me !
Achil. Who's there?
i. e. inflexible, immoveable. 2 i. e. the execution of fpite and refentment. 4 That is, without drawving their fwords to cut the web.
envy, factious contention.
3 That is
Achil. Where, where
Art thou come?|
Why, my cheese, my digestion, why haft thou not ferv'd thyfelf in to my table fo many meals?
Come, what's Agamemnon?
Ulyff. No; you fee, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles.
Neft. All the better; their fraction is more our with, than their faction: But it was a ftrong com
Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;-Then tell 5 pofure, a fool could difunite.
me, Patroclus, what's Achilles?
Patr. Thy lord, Therfites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself?
Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?
Patr. Thou may'ft tell, that know'st.
Ther. I'll decline the whole queftion. Aga-| memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord;| I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool. Patr. You rafcal!
Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.
Uly. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may eafily untye. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter Patroclus.
Neft. No Achilles with him.
Uly: The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy;
His legs are for neceffity, not for flexure.
Patr. Achilles bids me fay-he is much forry, any thing more than your sport and pleasure 15 Did move your greatnefs, and this noble state 3, To call on him; he hopes, it is no other, But, for your health and your digeftion fake, An after-dinner's breath.
Acbil. He is a privileg'd man.-Proceed, Therfites. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Therfites is a fool; and, as aforefaid, Patroclus is a 20 fool.
Acbil. Derive this; come.
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Therfites is a fool, to ferve 25 fuch a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.
Patr. Why am I a fool?
Ther. Make that demand of the prover.It fuffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Neftor, Diomedes, and 30
Acbil. Patroclus, I'll fpeak with no body:Come in with me, Therfites.
Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch juggling, and fuch knavery! all the argument is a cuckold, 35 and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry Serpigo on the fubje&t! and war, and lechery, confound all! [Exit.
Aga. Where is Achilles?
Patr. Within his tent; but ill-difpos'd, my lord.
Let him be told fo; left, perchance, he think
Patr. I fhall fo say to him. Uly. We faw him at the opening of his tent; He is not fick.
Ajax. Yes, lion-fick, fick of a proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? let him fhew us a cause.-A word, my lord.
Aga. Hear you, Patroclus ;
We are too well acquainted with these answers:
Much attribute he hath ; and much the reafon
Here tend the favage ftrangeness he puts on ;
Aga. In fecond voice we'll not be satisfied, 50 We come to fpeak with him.-Ulyffes, enter you. [Exit Ulyffes.
[To Agamemnon. 55 Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulyff Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
Neft. Who Therfites?
Ajax. What is he more than another?
Neft. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have 60 Aga. No, noble Ajax; you are as ftrong, as vaAs wife, and no leis noble, much more gentle,
Ulyff. The raven chides blackness.
Ajax. I'll let his humours blood.
Aga. He will be the physician, that should be
Ajax. An all men were o' my mind,—
Ajax. He fhould not bear it fo,
He fhould eat fwords firft: Shall pride cany it?
Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. 15 Uly. Wit would be out of fashion.
In will peculiar and in self admission.
Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
He makes important: Poffeft he is with greatnefs; 25
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.
Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:
Ulyff. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
Neft. Our noble general, do not do fo.
When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, 40
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
By going to Achilles :
That were to enlard his fat-already pride;
45 Praife him that got thee, fhe that gave thee fuck:
But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight,
50 And give him half: and, for thy vigor,
To finewy Ajax. I will not praife thy wisdom,
He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife ;-
Alluding to the decifive fpots appearing on thofe infected by the plague.
3 To pheeze is to comb or curry. 4 i. e. ftuff him with praises (from farcir, Fr.), boundary, and fometimes a rivulet dividing one place from another,
2 Seam is greafe.
$ A burn is a
Serv. Ay, fir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman;
I muft needs praise him,
Serv. The lord be praised!
Pan. You know me, do you not?
Serv. 'Faith, fir, fuperficially.
Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.
Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better. Pan, I do defire it.
Serv. You are in the state of grace?
Pan. Grace! not fo, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:What mufic is this?
Serv, I do but partly know, fir; it is mufick in parts.
Pan. Know you the musicians?
Serv. Wholly, fir.
(complimental affault upon him, for my business
Serv, Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrafe, indeed!
Enter Paris, and Helen, attended.
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair defires, in all fair meafure, fairly guide them!-especially to you, fair queen! 25 fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.Fair prince, here is good broken musick.
Par. You have broke it, coufin: and, by my 30life, you fhall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance :Nell, he is full of harmony,
Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At 50 whofe request do these men play?
Serv. That's to 't, indeed, fir: Marry, fir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in perfon; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul 1,
Pan. Who, my coufin Creffida?
Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes?
Pan. Well, fweet queen, you are pleasant with Ime. But (marry) thus, my lord. My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus
Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-fweet lord,Pan. Go to, fweet queen, go to:-commends himself moft affectionately to you.
Helen. You fhall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan. Sweet queen, fweet queen; that's a fweet queen, i'faith.
Helen. And to make a sweet lady fad, is a four offence.
Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that 55fhall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words; no, no.-And, my lord, he defires you, that, if the king call for him at fupper, you will make his excufe.
Pan. It fhould feem, fellow, that thou haft not
Helen. My lord Pandarus,
Pan. What fays my sweet queen; my very very sweet queen?
i. c, the foul of love invifible every where else,
2. e. now and then, by fits,
Par. What exploit's in hand? where fups he How chance my brother Troilus went not? to-night?
Helen. Nay, but my lord,
Pan. What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out with you.
Helen. You must not know where he fups.
Par. I'll lay my life, with my difpofer Creffida. Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difpofer is fick.
Par. Well, I'll make excufe.
Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why fhould you fay-Creffida? no, your poor disposer's fick.
Par. I fpy 1.
Pan. You fpy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an inftrument.-Now, fweet queen.
Helen. Why, this is kindly done.
Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, fweet queen.
Helen. She fhall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
Pan. He! no, fhe'll none of him; they two are twain.
Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three 2.
Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething ;-you know all, lord Pandarus.
Pan. Not I, honey-fweet queen.-I long to
5 hear how they fped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excufe?
Par. To a hair.
Pan. Farewel, sweet queen.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. Sound a retreat.
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I muft woo
Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; 25 I'll fing you a fong now.
Heien. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead.
Pan. Ay, you may, you may.
Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' man.
Pan. How now? where's thy mafter? at my
Helen. Let thy fong be love: this love will un-30 coufin Creffida's?
do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
Pan. Love, ay, that it fhall i' faith.
Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but
"Love, love, nothing but love, ftill more! 35
"The fhaft confounds "Not that it wounds, "But tickles ftill the fore.
"Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!
"Yet that which feems the wound to kill, "Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
"So dying love lives ftill: "Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! "Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
"Hey ho!" Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the
Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day?
Serv. No, fir; he ftays for you to conduct him thither.
Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now?
Pan. Have you seen my coufin?
Troi. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door,
45 Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her
Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have 6c arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it fo
I fear it much; and I do fear befides,
This is the ufual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, ffy, bie. 2 i. e. fays Mr. Tollet, the reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and fo make
three of two.