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 raseal; 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 them." SCENE V. The same. [Exit. Enter NESTOR. 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 Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, • Lance. Not be a looker-on. Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. What wouldst thou? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, [Troilus! Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Enter TROILUS. Tro. O, traitor, Diomed -turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse! Dio. Ha! art thou there? [med. Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, DioDio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tre. Come both, you cogging ¶ Greeks; ve at you both. [Exeunt, fighting. Enter HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter ACHILLES. 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 Æneas; 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; Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Bruised, crushed. Shoal of fish. Lying. Prevail over. § Killer. ++ Care. #Burst. 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 th cost thy life. Now is my day's work none; 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: 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 [so: Tro. You understand me not, that tell me Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. • Employ. Fattening. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; + Take not this advantage. Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojans. † An arbitrator at athletic games. *** Pitched, fixed. ¶ Ever. + AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, * Ignominy. And being once subdued in armed tail, As many as be here of pander's hall, + 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 cha racters 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. FLAVIUS, steward to Timon. VENTIDIUS, one ofTimon's false friends. Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of PHRYNIA, TIMANDRA, mistresses to Alcibiades. FLAMINIUS, LUCILIUS, SERVILIUS, Timon's Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, servants. CAPHIS, PHILOTUS, TITUS, LUCIUS, HOR. TENSIUS, servants to Timon's Cre-Scene, Thieves, and Attendants. -Athens; and the Woods ad joining. ACT I. Poet. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes [flint Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and From wherce 'tis nourished. The fire 'the Others, at several Doors. Poet. Good day, sir. Pain. I am glad you are well. Poet. I have not seen you long; how goes Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. [the world? 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 conjured to attend. I know the mer[ler. Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jewelMer. O, 'tig a worthy lord! Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breathed*, as it were, chant. To an untirable and continuate t goodness: Jew. I have a jewel here. Jew. If he will touch the estimate; but, Poet. When we for recompense have praised the vile, Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame 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 ý, Let's see your piece. Pain. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and exPain. Indifferent. [cellent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power 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. 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 It stains the glory in that happy verse With amplest entertainment: My free drift] Halts not particularly¶, but moves itself + For continual. As soon as my book has been i. e., The contest of art with nature. In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Pain. How shall I understand you? ཝུ; Pain. [mount hill, Pain. With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Poet. Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show [tune Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you? Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt; To those have shut him up; which failing to Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; I am not of that feather, to shake off [him My friend when he must need me. I do know 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. And, being enfranchised, bid him come to me: Enter an old Athenian. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Tim. Attends he here, or no?-Lucilius! Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. By 'ht frequents my house. I am a man Tim. On whom I may confer what I have got; Does she love him? Tim. [TO LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid? it. Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be • Open, explain. + One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. Inhale. |