IN Troy, there lies the fcene: from Ifles of Greece With wanton Paris fleeps; and That's the Quarrel. And the deep-drawing Barks do there difgorge I And correfponfive and fulfilling bolts, Sperre up the fons of Troy.. Now expectation tickling skittish fpirits On one and other fide, Trojan and Greek, Like, or find fault,do, as your pleasures are ; I Stirre up the fons of Troy-] Vulg. Corrected, as in the text, by Mr. Theobald. Dramatis Helen, Wife to Menelaus, in Love with Paris. Caffandra, Daughter to Priam, a Prophetefs. Creffida, Daughter to Calchas, in love with Troilus. Alexander, Creffida's Man. Boy, Page to Troilus. Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with other Attendants. SCENE, Troy; and the Grecian Camp, before it. ALL here my varlet; I'll unarm again. That find fuch cruel battle here within? Each Trojan, that is mafter of his heart, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended? Troi. The Greeks are ftrong, and skilful to their ftrength, 1 Troilus and Creffida.] Before this play of Troilus and Creffida, printed in 1609, is a bookseller's preface, fhewing that first impreffion to have been before the play had been acted, and that it was published without Shakespear's knowledge, from a copy that had fall'n into the bookfeller's hands. Mr. Dryden thinks this one of the first of our author's plays: but on the contrary, it may be judged from the forementioned preface that it was one of his laft; and the great number of observations both moral and politick, (with which this piece is crowded more than any other of his) feems to confirm my opinion. Mr. Pope. • Fierce Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenefs valiant. • But I am weaker than a woman's tear, • Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance; Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my I'll not meddle nor make any farther. He, that part, will have a cake out of the wheat, muft needs tarry the grinding. Troi. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the boulting. Troi. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you must tarry the leav'ning. Troi. Still have I tarried. Pan. Ay, to the leav'ning: but here's yet in the word hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. Troi. Patience herself, what Goddess e'er fhe be, Doth leffer blench at fufferance, than I do. At Priam's royal table do I fit ; And when fair Crefid comes into my thoughts, Troi. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, But forrow, that is couch'd in feeming gladness, 2 fonder than ignorance ;] Fonder, for more childish. Pan |