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Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,

Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,As amply titled as Achilles is,

Instructed by the antiquary times, By going to Achilles;

Fle must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;
That were to enlard his fat-already pride;

But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns As green as Ajax', and your brain so tempera,
With entertaining great Hyperion.

You should not have the cminence of hin,
This lortl go to him! Jupiter forbid ;

But be as Ajax. And say in thunder-Achillcs, go to him.

Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of hina. Nest. Ay, my good son.

[ Aside.

Be rald by him, lard Ajas. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! Ulyss. There is no tarrying here ; the hart Achilles

[ Asidc. | Keeps thicket. Please it our great general Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash To call together all his state of war;

Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, Over the face.

We must with all our main of power stand fast: Aga. O no, you shall not go.

And here's a lord,-come knights from east to werty Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Let me go to him.

Aga. Go we to council, let Achilles sleep: Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quar- | Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. rel.

[Escurt Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow,Nest.

How he describes Himself!

[Aside. Ajax. Can he not be sociable ?

ACT III. Uly88.

The raven

[ Aside. Chides blackness.

SCENE I.-Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Es Ajax. I will let his bumours blood.

ter Pandarus and a Servant. Aga. He'll be physician, that should be the patient.


[.Aside. FRIEND! yon ! pray you, a word: Do not you Ajax. An all men

follow the young lord Paris? Were oʻmy mind

Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [ Aside. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean. Ajax. He should not bear it so,

Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
He should eat swords first : Shall pride carry it? Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I

Nest. An 'rwould, you'd carry half. [ Aside, must needs praise him.

He'd have ten shares. [ Aside. Sero. The lord be praised !
Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple: Pan. You know me, do you not?
Next. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.
praises :

Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Parr
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [ Aside. | darus.
Ulyss. My lord, you feed 100 much on this dislike.

Serv. I hope, I shall krow your honour better.

(To Agamemnon. Pan. I do desire ic. Nest. O noble general, do not do so.

Serv. You are in the state of grace. (Music within. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Pan. Grace ! not so, friend; honour and lordship

Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does biın harm, are my titles :-What music is this? Here is a man-But 'tis before his face ;

Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in perts. I will be silent.

Pan. Know you the musicians ?
Nest. Wherefore should you so !

Serv. Wholly, sir.
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Pan. Who play they to?
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. I would he were a Trojan!

Pan. Command, I mean, friend.
What a vice

Serv. Who shall I command, sir?
Were it in Ajax now

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am Ulyss. If he were proud ?

too courtly, and thou art too cunning : At whose re Dio. Or covetous of pruise?

quest do these men play? Ulyss.

Ay, or surly borne Scro. That's to't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at there Dio. Or strange, or sofafficted ?

que'st of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet hini, the mortal Venns, the heart-blood of beauty, compostire ;

love's invisible sugl,-Praise him that got thee, she that pare thre suck: Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Fai'd be thy uitor, axl thy parts of nature

Serv. No, sir. Helen ; Couid you not find out that Thrice-fam'd, beyond allerudition :

by her attributes ? But he that disciplin'd thy arins to fight,

Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen Let Mars divide eternity in twain,

the lady Cressiila. I come to speak with Paris from And give him balt: and, for thy viguur,

the prince Troilus : I will make a complimental asBull-bearing Milo his aklition yield

sawit upon him, for wy business seeths. To sinewy Ajax. I will nou praise thy wisdom, Serra. Suddeu bus 218 ! there's a stewed phase, un Which, like a boumn, a paie, a shun, cuntinis



Enter Paris and Helen, attended.

Pan. In good troth, it begins so : Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide

Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

For, oh, love's boro them!-especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts

Shoots buck and doe : be your fair pillow!

The shaft confounds, Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

Not that it wounds,
Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.-

But tickles still the sore.
Jair prince, here is good broken music.
Par. You have broke it, cousin ; and, by my life,

These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out

Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! with a piece of your performance :-Nell, he is full of harmony.

So dying love lives still: Pan. Truly, lady, no.

Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Helen. O, sir,

Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! Pan. Rude in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.

Hey ho! Par. Well said, my lord ! well, you say so in fits. Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.

Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :-My Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?

breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out; we'll hear and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. you sing, certainly.

Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, bot Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why, they are vipers: Is -But (marry) thus, my lord, -My dear lord, and most love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's a-field esteemed friend, your brother Troilus

to-day? Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,

Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends him

the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed toself most affectionately to you.

night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If

my brother Troilus went not? you do, our melancholy upon your head !

Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you know Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet all, lord Pandarus. queen, i'faith.

Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how Helen. And to make a sweat lady sad, is a sour of- they sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's ex. fence.

cuse? Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall Par. To a hair. it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words;

Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king Helen. Commend me to your niece. call for him supper, you will make his excuse.

Pan. I will, sweet queen. Helen. My lord Pandarus,

(Exit. A retreat sounded. Pan. What says my sweet queen, --my very very Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's sweet queen? Par. What exploit's in hand ? Where sups he to

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you night?

To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, Helen. Nay, but my lord

With these your white enchanting fingers touchd, Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin will

Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. Or force of Greekish sinews : you shall do more

Par. l'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; comc, Helen. 'T'will make us proud to be his servant, your disposer is sick,

Paris ;
Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,
Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say~ Give us more palm in beauty than we have;
Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.

Yea, overshines ourself.
Par. I spy

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. (Exeunt Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument-Now, sweet queen.

SCENE II.-The same. Pandarus' Orchard. Enter Helen. Wby, this is kindly done.

Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you

Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin bave, sweet queen.

Cressida's ? Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.

Ser. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thiches

Enter Troihus. Pan He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? three.

Tro. Şirrah, walk off,

[Exit Servant. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this : I'll sing


Have you seen my cousin ? you a song now.

Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth, sweet Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

And give me swift transportance to those fields, Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us Where I may wallow in the lily beds all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.

From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, Par. Ay, goo: now, love, love, nothing but love.

And fly with me to Cressid !


to you.

Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance straight.

[E.rit Pandarus. than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they Tro. I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round. never perform ; vowing more than the perfection of The imaginary relish is so sweet

ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. That it enchants my sense; What will it be, They that have the voice of lions, and the act of bares, When that the watry palate tastes indeed

are they not monsters? Love's thrice reputed nectar? death, I fear me ; Tro. Are there such ? such are not we: Praise us Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine,

as we are tasted, allow us as we prove ; our head shall Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion For the capacity of iny ruder powers :

shall have a praise in present : we will not name de I fear it much ; and I do fear besides,

sert, before his birth; and, being born, bis addition That I shall lose distinction in my joys ;

shall be humble. Few words to fair faith : Troilus As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps

shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, The enemy flying.

shall be a moek for bis truth; and what truth can Re-enter Pandarus.

speak truest, not truer than Troilus.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight : you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches

Re-enter Pandarus. ker wind so short. as if she were frayed with a sprite:

Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done talk. I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches | ing yet? her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit.

Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate Tro. Even such a passion doth enbrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ;

Pan. I thank you for that ; if my lord get a boy of And all my powers do their bestowing lose,

you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if he Like vassalage at unawares encouot'ring

flinch, chide me for it. The eye of majesty.

Tro. You know now your bostages ; your uncle's

word, and my firm faith. Enter Pandarus and Cressida.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kinPan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a dred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they baby.-Here she is now : swear the oaths now to her, are constant, being won : they are burs, I can tell you ; that you have sworn to me.-What, are you gone a- they'll stick where they are thrown. gain? you must be watched ere you be made tame, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me must you ? Come your ways, come your ways; an you

heart : draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills. Why do you -Prince Troilus, I have lor'd you night and day not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's For many weary months. see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?. offend daylighit! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a With the first glance that ever-Pardon me;kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I I love you now ; but not, till now, so much part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks But I might master it :-in faith, I lie ; i'the river: go to, go to.

My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Tro. You have bereft me of all woruls, lady. Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools !

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but she'll || Why have I blabb'd ? who shall be true to us, bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity When we are so upsecret to ourselves ? in question. What, billing again? Here's-In witness But, though I lov'd you well, I wood you not ; whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; in; I'll go get a pre.

[Exit. Or that we women had men's privilege Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue ; Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus ? For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Cres. Wished, my lord ?-The gods grant !-o my The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, Jord!

Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Tro. What should they grant? what makes this My very soul of counsel : Stop my mouth. pretty abruption? what too curious dreg espies my Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Pan, Pretty, i'faith. Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me ; Tro. Fears make devils cherubins; they never see

Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : truly.

I am ashamd;-0 heavens! what have I done ?-Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer For this time, will I take my leave, my lord. footing than bliud reason stumbling without fear: To Tru. Your leave, sweet Cressid ? fear the worst, oft cures the worst.

Par. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morze Tro. 0, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cu- lingpid's pageant there is presented no monster.

Cres. Pray you, content you. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?


What offends you, lady? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we row Cres. Sir, mine own company. to weep seas, live in fire, cat rocks, taine tigers; think- Tro.

You cannot shun ing it harder for our mistress to devise imposition Yourself. enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. Cres. Let me go and try : This is the monstruosity in love lady,—that the will is l I have a kind of self resides with you ; infinite, and the execution contined; that the desire | But an unkind self, that itself will leave, is boundk·ss, and the act a slave to limit.

To be another's fool. I would be gone:

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Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. The advantage of the time prompts me aloud
Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind,
so wisely.

That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove
Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than I bave abandon'd Troy, left my possession,

Incurr'd a traitor's name : expos'd myself,
And fell so roundly to a large confession,

From certain and possess'd conveniences,
To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise ; To doubtful fortunes ; sequest'ring from me all
Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Made tame and most familiar to my nature;

Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, And here, to do you service, am become
(As, if it can, I will presume in you.)

As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :
To feed for aye her lamp and fames of love ; I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,

To give me now a little benefit,
Out-living beauty's outward, with a mind

Out of those many register'd in promise,
That doth renew swifter than blood decays!

Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,- Aga. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make de
That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted with the match and weight Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor,
of such a winnow'd purity in love;

Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear.
How were I then uplifted! but, alas,

Oft have you, (often have you thanks therefore,}
I am as true as trual's simplicity,

Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor,
Cres. In that I'll war with you.

I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

O virtuous fight, That their negociations all must slack,
When right with right wars who shall be most right! Wanting his manage ; and they will almost
True swaing in love shall, in the world to come, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,

And be shall buy my daughter; and her presence
Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration -

Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,

In most accepted pain.
As sun to day, as turile to her mate,


Let Diomedes bear him, As iron to arlamant, as earth to the centre,

And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have
Yet, after all coinparisons of truth,

What he requests of us.-Good Diomed,
As truth's anthentic author to be cited,

Furnish you fairly for this interchange :
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,

Withal, bring word-if Hector will tomorrow
And sanctify the numbers.

Be answerd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
Propliet may you be!

Dio. This shall I undertake, and 'tis a burden
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,

Which I am proud to bear. [E.reunt Dio. and Cal.
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent.
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated

Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his tent:
To dusty nothing; yet let memory,

Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
From false to false, among false maids in love, As if he were forgot ;-and, princes all,
Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as false Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,

I will come last : 'Tis like, he'll question me,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,

Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on
Pard to the bind, or stepdame to her son;

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, If so, I have derision med cinable,
As false as Cressid.

To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Pan. Go to, a bargains made: seal it, seal it ; I'll be Which his own will shall have desire to drink;
the witness.-Here I hold your hand; here, my cou- It may do good : pride hath no other glass
sin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees
have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pit- Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
iful goers-between be called to the world's end after Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
my name, call them all-Pandars ; let all constant men A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-
be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers So do each loril; and either greet him not,
between Pandars! say, Amen.

Or else disilainfully, which shall shake him more
Tro. Amen.

Than if not look'd cn. I will lend the way.
Cres. Amen.

Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a cham- You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. der and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak Aga. What says Achilles? would le aught with us ? of your pretty encounters, press it to death : away. Nest. Would you, my lord, alight with die general? And Cupid grant all tongue tied maidens here,


No. Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! (Exeunt. Nest. Nothing, my lord.


The better.
SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Enter Agamem-

[Exeunt Agam, and Nest. non, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Menelaus,


Goud day, gooil day. and Calchas.

Men. How do you? how do you ? [1 rit Men. Cal. Now, princes, for the sertice I have done you, Achi.

What does the cuckold scor me?

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Ajax. Row now, Patrocius?

That has he knows not what. Kature, what things
Good-morrow, Ajax.

there are, Ajar.

HA? || Most abject in regard, and dear in use! Achil. Good-morrow.

What things again most dear in the esteem, Ajax.

Ay; and good next day too. And poor in worth ! Now shall we see to-morrow,

[Exit Ajax. An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Ajas renown'd. O heavens, what some men do, Achilles ?

While some men leave to do! Pats. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, bend,

Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes! To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;

How one man eats into another's pride, To come as humbly, as they us’d to creep

While pride is fasting in his wantonness! To holy altars.

To see these Grecian lords !-why, even already
Achil. What, am I poor of late ?

They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, And great Troy shrinking.
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,

Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me
Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer; Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?
And not a man, for being sinply man,

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
That are without him, as place, riches, favour, A great sized monster of ingratitudes:
Prizes of accident as oft as merit :

Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devuurd
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, As done : Perseverance, dear my lord,
Do one pluck down another, and together

Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:

Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy

In monumental mockery. Take the instant way:
At ample point all that I did possess,

For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path:
Something not worth in one such rich behokling For emulation liath a thousand sons,
As they have often givell. Here is Llysses ;

That one by one pursue : If you give way,
I'll interrupt his reading: -

Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
How now, Ulysses ?

Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,
Now, great Thetis' son ?

And leave you hiudmost ;dchil. What are you reading?

Or, like a gallant horse inlien in first rank, lilyss.

A strange fellow here Lie there for pavement to the abject itar,
Writes me, That man,- how dearly ever parted, O'er-run and trampled un: Then what they do in
How much in having, or without, or in,-

Camot make boast to have that which he hath, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours :
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; For time is like a fashionable host,
As when his virtues shining upon others

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
Ileat thein, and they retort that heat again

And with his arms out-stretch'd, as lie would fly, To the first giver.

Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever styles, Achil.

This is not strange, Ulysses. And fartwell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek The beauty that is borne here in the face

Remuneration for the thing it was; The bearer knows not, but commends itself

For beauty, wit,
To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself

High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
(That most pure spirit of sense.) tehold itself, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposid To envious and calumniating time.
Salutes each other with each other's form.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,-
For speculation turns not to itself,

That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,
Till it bath travellel, and is married there

Though they are made and moulded of things past ;
Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,

More land than gilt o'er-dusted.
It is familiar; but at the author's drift:

The present eye praises the present object :
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves-- Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That no man is the lord of any think,

That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; (Though in and of him there be much consisting.) Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Till he communicate his parts to others :

Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, Nor doth he of himself know them for aught

And still it might ; and yet it may again, Till he behold them form'd in the applause

If thou wonldst not entomb thyself alive, Where they are extended; which, like an arch, rever. And case thy reputation in thy tent; berates

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, The voice again; or like a gate of steel

Marie emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back

Aud drave great Mars to faction. His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; Achil.

of this my privacy And apprehended here immediately

I have strong nasons, The unknown Aja...


Bat gainst your privacy Heavens, what a man is there ! a very horse ; The reasons are more potent and heroical :

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