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And with his arms out-stretch’d, as he would fly,
LOVE SHOOK OFF BY A SOLDIER.
THERSITES MIMICKING AJAX.
[himself. Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for Achil. How so?
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector: and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like a hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i’ the combat, he'll break it himself in vainglory. He knows not me; I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What
* New-fashioned toys.
you of this man, that takes me for the general? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his pres ence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.
Achil. fo him, Patroclus: Tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this.
Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.
you, with all
heart. Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; however he shall pay for me ere he has me.
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his
brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get nis sinews to make eatlings* on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear à 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
LOVERS PARTING IN THE MORNING,
Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribaldt 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 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'dş 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 GRECJAN YOUTHS. The Grecian youths are full of quality; * Lute-strings made of Catgut. + Intelligent,
Lewd, noisy. & Sealed.
|| Interrupted. 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.
DIOMEDES' MANNER OF WALKING.
DESCRIPTION OF CRESSIDA.
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 tonguez 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 impairf thought with breath Manly as Hector, but more dangerous: : For Hector, in his bļaze of wrath, subscribes * Motion.
+ No boaster. # Unsuitable to his character § Yields, gives way.
To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
HECTOR IN BATTLE.
I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
ACHILLES SURVEYING HECTOR.
Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
HONOUR MORE DEAR THAN LIFE.
The gods are deaf to hot and peevisht vows, They are polluted offerings, more abhorrd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
PITY TO BE DISCARDED IN WAR.
| Foolish. # Valuable.