brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless th fiddler Apollo, get his sinews to make catlings* on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more capablet creature.

Achil. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirr'd And I myself see not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROclus. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant igno

rance.

ACT IV.

LOVERS PARTING IN THE MORNING.

Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald‡ crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee.

Cres.

Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights

she stays,

As tediously as hell: but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary swift than thought.

A LOVER'S FAREWELL.

Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

With distinct breath, and consign'd§ kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

And scants us with a single famish'd kiss:

Distasted with the salt of broken tears.

TROILUS'S CHARACTER OF THE GRECIAN YOUTHS.

The Grecian youths are full of quality;¶

* Lute-strings made of catgut.

+ Intelligent.

§ Sealed.

Interrupted.

Lewd, noisy.

Highly accomplished.

They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing,

And swelling o'er with arts and exercise;

How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy

(Which I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,)
Makes me afeard.

A TRUMPETER.

Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:

Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood.
Thou blow'st for Hector.

DIOMEDES' MANNER OF WALKING.
'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
In aspiration lifts him from the earth.

DESCRIPTION OF CRESSIDA.

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks: her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.

O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader! set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity,

And daughters of the game.

CHARACTER OF TROILUS.

The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchless: firm of word;
Speaking in deeds, and deedlesst in his tongue;
Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok'd soon calm'd
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath:
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous:
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes§

Motion.
† No boaster.
Suitable to his character. § Yields, gives way,

To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
Is more vindicative than jealous love.

HECTOR IN BATTLE.

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Labouring for destiny, make cruel way,

[thee,

Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Despising many forfeits and subduements,

When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
Not letting it decline on the declin'd;*
That I have said to some my standers-by,

Le, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!

And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in, Like an Olympian wrestling.

ACHILLES SURVEYING HECTOR.

Tell me, you in heavens, which part of his body Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, or there? That I may give the local wound a name;

And make distinct the very breach whereout
Hector's great spirit flew: Answer me, heavens!

ACT V.

RASH VOWS.

The gods are deaf to hot and peevisht vows, They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Then spotted livers in the sacrifice.

HONOUR MORE DEAR THAN LIFE.

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious-dear‡ than life.

PITY TO BE DISCARDED IN WAR.

For the love of all the gods,

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother;
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords.
† Foolish.

* Fallen.
+ Valuable.

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despised

Ages, the seven, a description of

Allegiance, firm, described

Ambition jealous of a too successful friend
clothed in specious humility

Ambitious love

9

206

48

77

25, 212

his speech to Cleopatra at his return with

his reflections on his faded glory

his address to the corpse of Cesar
his speech to the conspirators

funeral oration of

his character of Brutus

Aposiopesis, a fine one

Appearances, false, described

Applause, description of

Ariel, songs of

Army, routed, description of one

Arthur, pathetic speeches of, to Hubert

Assignation

Astrology ridiculed

Aufidius, his hatred to Coriolanus