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Manent Ulysses and Neftor.
Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain,
Neft. What is't?
Ulys. This ’tis:
Nest. Well, and how now?
Ulyd. This Challenge that the gallant Hestor sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
Neft. 6 The purpose is perspicuous even as Substance,
Ulyl. And wake him to the answer, think you?
Whole grofness little characters fum up.] That is, the purpose is as plain as body or substance ; and tho' I have collected this purpose from many minute particulars, as a grofs body is made of small insensible parts, yet the result is as clear and certain as a body thus made up is palpable and visible. This is the thought, thó' a little obscured in the conciseness of the expreffion.
That can from Hector bring his honour off,
Ulys. Give pardon to my Speech ;
Neft. I see them not with my old eyes : what are they?
Ulyl. What Glory our Achilles shares from Hektor, Were he not proud, we all should share with him : But he already is too insolent; And we were better parch in Africk Sun, Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he 'scape Hektor fair. If he were foil'd,
Neft. Ulysses, Now I relish thy advice,
ACT II. SCEN E I.
A J A X.
Iber. Agamemnon-how if he had boiles-full, all over, generally.
(Talking to bimself. 7 Muft tar the masliffs on, -- ] Tarre, an old English word fignifying to provoke or urge on. See King John, Ad 4. Scene i,
like a Dog
Tber. And those boils did run-say so-did not the General run? were not that a botchy core?
Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him : I see none now.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's fon, canst thou not hear? feel then.
[Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thce, thou mungrel beef-witted lord!
Ajax. ' Speak then, you windyest leaven, speak; I will beat thee into handsomness.
Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book: thou canst ftrike, canst thou? a red murrain o'thy jade's tricks!
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
Tber. Doest thou think, I have no sense, thou ftrik’ft me thus ?
Ajax. The proclamation-
Ther. I would, thou didft itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsom'ft scab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation
Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his Greatness, as Cerberus is at Proferpina's Beauty : ay, that thou bark'st at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therftes!
i Speak then, thou WHINID'st leaven,] This is the reading of the old copies : It should be WINDYEST, 1. e. moft windy; leaven being made by a great fermentacion. This epithet agrees well with Therfites's character.
Ther. He would pound thee into fhivers with his fift, as a sailor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whorson cur !
[Beating him. Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!
Ther, Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord ; thou haft no more brain than I have in my elbows: an Afmego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and fold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian Nave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, - thou thing of no bowels, thou!
Ajax. You dog!
[Beating him. Ther. Mars his ideot ! do, rudeness ; do, camel, dc,
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
Ther. You see him there, do you?
2 thou thing of no Bowels,] Tho' this be sense, yet I believe it is not the poet's, who makes Tberfites reflect altogether on Ajax his want of wit, not want of compaffion. I should imagine, therefore the true reading was,
Thou thing of no VOWELS. i, e, without sense ; as a word without vowels is jargon and contains no idea. This is much in the phraseology given to Therfiles.