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To see these Grecian lords ! why ev'n already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave HeEtor's breaft,
And

great Troy shrinking.
Acbil. This I do believe;
For they passed by me, as mifers do by beggars,
Neither gave to me good word, nor good look:
What ! are my deeds forgot?

Ulys. · Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, • Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion : *(A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes)

Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd • As fast as they are made, forgot as soon • As done: Perseverance keeps Honour bright : • To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, · Like rusty mail in monumental mockery. " For honour travels in a streight so narrow, “ Where one but goes abreaft? keep then the path ; c For Emulation hath a thousand fons, “ That one by one pursue ; if you give way, “ Or turn aside from the direct forth-right, “ Like to an entred tide, they all rulh by, " And leave you hindermost, and there you lye, 66 ? Like to a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, “ For 'pavement to the abject Rear, o'er-run “ And trampled on: Then what they do in present, " Tho' less than yours in past, muft o'er-top yours. • For time is like a fashionable host, • That nightly shakes his parting guest by th? hand; • But with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,

Grasps in the comer ; Welcome ever smiles, “And Farewel goes out sighing. O, let not virtuc

seek Į Like to a gallant horse fall’n in firk rank,

For pavement to the abjeet NEAR,–] We should read, abjeet Rear, ii e. the mean abject horses which, by reason of their unfitness for service, are put into the rear of the line; or at leatt become the rear in a vigorous charge.

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“ Remuneration for the thing it was ; “ For beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service, “ Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all " To envious and calumniating time. “ One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; “ That all, with one consent, praise new-born Gawds, “ Tho' they are made and moulded of things past; “ And give to dust, that is a little gili, “(a) More laud than they will give to gold o'er

dufted : “ The present eyè praises the present object. Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The Cry went once for thee, And still it might, and yet If thou would’st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, 2 Made emulous missions ’mongst the Gods chemselves, And drave great Mars to faction.

Achil. Of my privacy
I have strong reasons.

Ulyf: 'Gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical.
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.

Achil. Ha ! known!

Ulys. Is chat a wonder ?
The providence, that's in a watchful State,
Knows almost every grain of Pluto's Gold;
Finds bottom in th' uncomprehensive Deep;

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2 Made emulous missions] Misions, for divisions, i.e. goings out, on one side and the other.

((a) More laud than they will give to geld o'er-dupied. Dr. Thirlby,--Vulg. More laud than gilt o'er.dufied. Ff 2

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Keeps place with thought; and almoft, like the

Gods,
Does ev'n our thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with which relation
Durst never meddle) in the Soul of State;
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath, or pen, can give expreffure to.
All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord.
And better would it fit Achilles much,
To throw down Heator, than Polyxena.
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When Fame shall in his inand found her trump;
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping fing,
Great HeEtor's sister did Achilles win;
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Farewel, my lord-I, as your lover, speak ;
The fool Nides o'er the ice, that you should break.

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Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman, impudent and mannish grown, Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man In time of act, I stand condemn'd for this; They think, my little ftomach to the war, And your great love to me, restrains you thus: : • Sweet, rouse your self; and the weak wanton Cupid • Shall from your neck unloose his am'rous fold; • And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, • Be shook to air.

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector !

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2 Keeps place with thought;-) i.e. there is in the providence of a state, as in the providence of the universe, a kind of ubiquity. The expression is exquisitely fine. Yet the Oxford Editor alters it to Keeps pace, and so destroys all its beauty.

Patr.

Patr. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour by

him. Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; My fame is threwdly gor'd.

Patr. O then beware: Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves : Omission to do what is necessary Seals a Commission to a Blank of Danger ; And Danger, like an ague, subcly taints Even then, when we fit idly in the Sun.

Achil. Go call Therfites hither, sweet Patroclus : I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him T'invite the Trojan lords, after the Combat, To see us here unarm’d: I have a woman's Longing, An appetite that I am sick withal, To see great Hector in the Weeds of peace; To talk with him, and to behold his visage, Ev'n to my full of view.--A labour fav'd!

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Enter Therfites.
Ther. A wonder !
Achil. What?

Tber. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.

Achil. How so?

Ther. He must fight singly to morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

Achil. How can that be? Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock , a stride and a stand; ruminates like an hoftels, that hath no arithmetick but her brain, to fet down her reckoning ; bites his lip with a politick regard, as who should say, there were wit in his head, if 'wou'd out, and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as

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fire in a flint, which will not shew without knocking. The man's undone for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i'th' combat, he'll break’t himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, good morrow, Ajax: And he replies, thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the General? he's grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster. “ + A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both “ fides, like a leather Jerkin.

Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Ther

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Ther. Who, 1?-why, he'll answer no body; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars ; he wears his tongue in's arms. I will put on his prefence ; let Patroclus make his demands to me, you shall see the Pageant of Ajax.

Achil. To him, Patroclustell him, I humbly defire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Heator to come unarm'd to my tent, and to procure safe Conduct for his Person of the magnanimous

and most illustrious, six or seven times honour'd, captain general, of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this.

Patr. Jove bless great Ajax !
Tber. Hum
Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles.
Ther. Ha!

Patr. Who most humbly defires you to invite HeEtor to his Tent.

Ther. Hum
Patr. And to procure safe Conduct from Agamem

Hon.

Ther. Agamemnon !

1 A plague of Opinion! a man may wear it on botb fides like e leather Jerkin.] This is faid in compliment to Achilles. Opinion went all, for him before, as now for Ajax. But the observation is fine, and admirably expressed.

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