479 curst, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there? Troi. Words, words, meer words; no matter from Th' effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter. Pan. Why, but hear you Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey! ignominy and shame Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Changes to the Field between Troy and the Camp. [Alarum.] Enter Therfites. Ther. N I'll go look on: that diffembling abomina TOW they are clapper-clawing one another, ble varlet, Diomede, has got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm: I would fain fee them meet; that, that fame young Trojan afs, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-mafter villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, of a fleeveless Errant. O'th' other fide, the policy of those crafty (a) fneering rafcals, that ftale old mouse-eaten dry cheese Neftor, and that fame dog-fox Ulyffes, is not prov'd worth a black-berry.--They fet me up in policy that mungril cur Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles. And now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to day: whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. [(a) fneering. Mr. Theobald-Vulg. swearing.] Enter Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes fleeve, and t'other. Troi. Fly not; for should'st thou take the river Styx, I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude; Have at thee! [They go off, fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore, Trojan: now the fleeve, now the fleeve, now the sleeve! Helt. What art thou, Greek! art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood and honour? Ther. No, no: I am a rafcal; a fcurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. [Exit. Helt. I do believe thee-live. Ther. God o' 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 fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracleyet, in a fort, letchery eats it felf: I'll feek them. [Exit. Enter Diomede and Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse, Present the fair Steed to my lady Creffid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Ser. I go, my lord. SCENE Aga. Renew, renew: the fierce Polydamas And ftands Coloffus-wife, waving his beam Enter Neftor. I Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, 8 baftard Margarelon] The introducing a bastard fon of Priam, under the name of Margarelon, is one of the circumstances taken from the story-book of The three Deftructions of Troy. Mr. Theobald. the dreadful Sagittary 9 Appals our numbers: "Beyonde the Royalme of Ama "fonne came an auncyent Kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, named Epyftrophus, and brought a M. Knyghtes, and a mervaylloufe "Belte that was called SAGITTARYE, that behynde the myddes was an horse, and to fore, a Man: This Belle was heery lyke an horse, and had his Eyen rede as a Cole, and fhotte well with a bowe: This Befte made the Grekes fore aferde, and flere many of them with his Bowe." The three Deftructions of Troy, printed by Caxton. Mr. Theobald. I on Galathe his horfe,] From the fame book is taken this name given to Hector's horse. Mr. Theobald. And 2 And there the ftrawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, That what he will, he does; and does fo much, Enter Ulyffes, Ulyf. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rowz'd his drowfie blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That nofeless, handlefs, hackt and chipt, come to him, With fuch a carelefs force, and forceless care, Enter Achilles. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-killer, fhew me thy face: Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exit. 2 Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath; &c.] Tho' this old story-book was our poet's guide in the fable, yet nature led him up to the fublime images of Homer, whom want of learning kept him from acquaintance with. Re-enter Re-enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head! Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the General, thou shouldst have my Ere that correction: Troilus, I fay, what! Troilus? Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy falfe face, thou And pay thy life, thou oweft me for my horse. Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomede. Enter Hector. Helt. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest brother. Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector. [Fight. Achil. I do difdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan. Be happy that my arms are out of use, Till when, go feek thy fortune. Hect. Fare thee well; I would have been much more a fresher man, |