Enter HECTOR. Hect. What art thon, Greek? art thou for Art thou of blood, and honour? [Hector's match? Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. [Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another : I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek thein. [Exit. SCENE V. The same. Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: [horse; Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Enter AGAMEMNON. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polyda Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shaine, There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and Dexterity so obeying appetite, [takes; That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles [geance; Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing venPatroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy Together with his mangled Myrmidons, [blood, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,' Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Enter AJAX. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Achil. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! Enter DIOMEDES. Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. [thee, Hector. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Be happy, that my arms are out of use: [Trojan. My rest and negligence befriend thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Till when, go seek thy fortune. [Exit. Hect. Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry ** him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say! I reck + not though I end my life to-day.[Exit. Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not ?-I like thy armour well; And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Mad and fantastic execution; Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, * Lance. I Not be a looker-on. SCENE VII. The same. [Exeunt. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: | Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold maker, are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my doubled-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: I 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? heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us; if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard. Take Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another part of the Field. Enter HECTOR. Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: "death! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels; Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.[Greek. Hec. 1 am unarm'd; forego this vantage+, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls. So Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On Myrmidons; and cry yon all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. [A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. [the earth, Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads And, stickler like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. [Sheathes his sword. • Employ. 9 Fattening. SCENE X. The same. [Exeunt. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Dio. The bruit | is-Hector's slain, and by Great Hector was as good a man as he. To pray Achilles see us at our tent.- SCENE XI. Another part of the Field. Enter ENEAS and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the Never go home; here starve we out the night. To Hector is slain. Hector?-the gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, {field.In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! [Troy! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. [so: Tro. You understand me not, that tell me I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; But dare all imminence, that gods and men, Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? Let him, that will a screech-owl aye¶ be call'd, Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away: Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Stay yet;-you vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight ** upon our Phrygian Let Titan rise as early as he dare, [plains, I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-sized coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfor go: + Take not this advantage. Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans. † An arbitrator at athletic games. Ever. ** Pitched, fixed. AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! [shame Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and Pursue thy life, and live aye + with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, • Ignominy. And being once subdued in armed tail, As many as be here of pander's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this,- + Ever. Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottos. This play is more correctly written than most of Shakspeare's compositions, but it is not one of those in which either the extent of his views or elevation of his fancy is fully displayed. As the story abounded with materials, he has exerted little invention; but he has diversified his characters with great variety, and preserved them with great exactness. 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 that this play was written after Chapman had published his version of Homer.-JOHNSON. TIMON OF ATHENS. TIMON, a noble Athenian. LUCIUS, LUCULLUS, SEMFRONIUS, Persons represented. Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of lords, and flatterers of Cupid and Maskers. Three Strangers. Timon. Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool. CAPHIS, PHILOTUS, TITUS, LUCIUS, HOR Athens; and the Woods adjoining. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes [flint From whence 'tis nourished. The fire i'the Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Shows nut, till it be struck; our gentle flame Others, at several Doors. Poet. Good day, sir. Pain. To an untirable and continuate + goodness: Jew. I have a jewel here. Jew. If he will touch the estimate; but, Poet. When we for recompense have praised the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good. Mer. '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 To the great lord. [dedication Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes. What have you there? Pain. A picture, sir.--And when comes your book forth? Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment §, Let's see your piece. 'Tis a good piece. [sir. [cellent. Pain. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and exPain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable Speaks his own standing! power How this grace what a mental This eye shoots forth! how big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the ges One might interpret. [ture Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch; is't good? Poet. I'll say of it, Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy Pain. Look more! [men! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors. I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly¶, but moves itself * Inured by constant practice. ti. e., Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds. presented to Timon. + For continual. As soon as my book has been. . e., The contest of art with nature. In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Pain. How shall I understand you? ance Pain. hill, [mount Feign'd Fortune to be throned: The base o'the Pain. 'Tis conceived to scope. This throne, this Fortune, and this bill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show [tune Tim. * Open, explain. Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Tim Commend me to him: I will send his ransome; And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me: 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.-Fare you well. Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Exit. Enter an old Athenian. Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclined to thrift; And my estate deserves a heir more raised, Than one which holds a trencher. Tim. Well; what further? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, On whom I may confer what I have got : Does she love him? Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. [missing, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be I call the gods to witness, I will choose Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, And dispossess her all. Tim. How shall she be endowed, One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. To advance their conditions of life. Ti.e., Inferior spectators. Inhale |