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Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.-
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 t
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.

Llyss. Oh! courage, courage, princes! great

Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Facrocus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That Boseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come

to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at
it,

Raring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,

such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that lack, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX.
Ajer. Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
D. Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil. Where is this Hector?

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Be happy, that my arms are out of use:

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when go seek thy fortune.

Hect. Fare thee well:

[Exit.

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 recký 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;
I'll frush | it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,
abide ?

Why, then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The same.

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;

Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in
breath;

And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye:
[Exit. It is decreed-Hector the great must die.

Come, come, thou boy-queller, § show thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

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SCENE VIII.-The same.

[Exeunt.

Enter MENAELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then

THERSITES.

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hec-at it: Now, buil! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now

[Exeunt.

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my double-henned sparrow ! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho!

[Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard gitimate. One bear will not bite another, and in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illewherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a

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whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.-Another part of the field.
Enter HECTOR.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done! I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and
deat!!

[Puts of 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 veil and dark'ning of the sun,
Te close the day up Hector's life is done.

Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage,
Greek.

I seek.

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Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons and cry you 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.

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
the earth,

And, stickler like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would
have fed,

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-
[Sheaths his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field 1 will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

SCENE X.-The same.

Enter TROILUS.

Tro. Hector is slain.

All. Hector -The gods forbid !

tail,

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's
[field.-
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with
speed!

Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy !
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.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
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’¿,
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 plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you !—And thou great-
siz'd 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 comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Exeunt ENEAS and TROJANS.

AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the other
side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and
shame

Pursue thy life, and live aye § with thy name
Exit TROILUS.

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the NES-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 peformance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS,
TOR, DIOXEDES, and others marching.
Shouts within.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest. Peace, drums.

[Within] Achilles !

Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit

Achilles.

is-Hector's slain and by

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see :

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting:
And being once subdued in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
cloths.

As many as be here of Pander's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be
made;

It should be now, but that my fear is this,-
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss :
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases;
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

+ Pitched.

[Exit.

• Ever. t Ignominy. 4Ever. Canvas hangings for rooms painted with emblems and mottos.

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TIMON OF ATHENS.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, and was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, exiled Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that exquisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiades, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iutrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. Its relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plau there is not much art; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery but not friendship."

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Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Pet. Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, har manfeld record not matches? See, pe of bounty! all these spirits thy power conjar'd to attend. I know the merchant. Fr. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Mer. Ob is a worthy lord.

Jr. Nay, that's most fix'd.

Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,• as it were,

T: an antirable and continuate goodness: bir passes.

Jes. I bave a jewel here.

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Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon
Sir?

Jew. If he would touch the estimate: But, for
that--

Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd

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 dedication

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Pain. Indifferent.

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 gesture
One might interpret.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; Is'i good?

Poet. I'll say of it,

It tutors nature: artificial strife.

Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!

Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood
of visitors.

I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and
hug

With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold ;
But flies an eagle flight, hold, and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet. I'll unbolt to you.

You see how all conditions, how all minds,
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tend-

ance

All sorts of hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac'd

flatterer §

To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him, and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.

Pain. I saw them speak together.

Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill,

Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the

mount

Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states: amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to
her;
[vants
Whose present grace to present slaves and ser-
Translates his rivals.

Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope.
[thinks,
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, me-
With one man beckon'd from the rest below,,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount
To climb his happiness would be well express'd
In our condition.

Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
All those which were his fellows but of late,
(Some better than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with teudance
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Drink the free air.

Pain. Ay, marry, what of these?

Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change
of mood,
[ants,
Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend-
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip
down,

Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. 'Tis common:

A thousand moral paintings I can show

• The contest of art with nature.

+ My poem does not allude to any particular character.

↑ Explan.

That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for-
tune

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have
The foot above the head
[seen

Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the
SERVANT of VENTIDIUS talking with him.
Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you?

Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is
his debt;

His means most short, his creditors most strait :
Your honourable letter he desires
[him,

To those have shut him up; which failing to
Periods his comfort.

Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;

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By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift;
And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd,
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 :
The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest cost,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I pr'ythee, noble lord,
Join with me to forbid him her resort;
Myself have spoke in vain.

Tim. The man is honest.

Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon:
His honesty rewards him in itself,
It must not bear my daughter.

Tim. Does she love him?

Old Ath. She is young, and apt:
Our own precedent passions do instruct us
What levity's in youth.

Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid ↑
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts
of it.

Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be
missing,

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 endow'd,

If she be mated with an equal husband?
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in
future, all.

Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me
long:

To build his fortune, I will strain a little,
Shewing, as a glass does by reflection, For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter:

the looks of his patron. ditions of life.

To advance their con

Whisperings of offiotous servility.

Inhale.

• Inferior spectators.

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Aches contract and starve your supple joints !-
That there should be small love 'mongst these
sweet knaves,
[ont
And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred
Into baboon and monkey. +

Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I
Most hungrily on your sight.
Tim. Right welcome, Sir:

[feed

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time

7. That's a deed thou'lt die for.
Anm. Right, if doing nothing be death by

T. How Ukest thou this picture, Apemantus?
Area. The best, for the innocence.

Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it?
Apem. He wrought better, that made the pain-
ter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work."
Pain. You are a dog.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's the, if I be a dog?

Tim. Witt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Ape. No; I eat not lords.

• What they profess to be.

↑ Draw out the whole mass of my fortunes.

In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS.
Enter two LORDS.

1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus?
Apem. Time to be honest.

1 Lord. That time serves still.
Apem. The most accursed thou, that still
omit'st it.

2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine
heat fools.

2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Alluding to the proverb plain-dealing is a jewel,
His lineage degenerated into a monkey.

but they who use it beggars.

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