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SCENE V.-The same.
Tro. O traitor Diomed !--turn thy false face Enter DIOXRDES and a SERVANT.
thou traitor, Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse ! horse ;
Dio. Hal art thou there? Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Ajar. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Dia Fellow, commend my service to her beauty ;
med. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. And am her knight by proof.
Tro. Come both, you cogging + Greeks; bave Serv. I go, my lord. (Exit SERVANT.
at you both. (Exeunt, fighting Kater AGAYEMNON.
Enter HECTOR. Agaw. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hect. Yea, Troilus Oh! well fought my Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon
youngest brother Hatla Doreus prisoner:
Enter ACHILLES. And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam," l'pon the pashed + corses of the kings
Achil. Now do I see thee: Hal-Have at Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;
thee, Hector. Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt ;
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud TroSore hurt and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary
jan. Appala our numbers; baste we, Diomed, Be happy, that my arms are out of use : To reinforcement, or we perish all.
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt bear of me again ;
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother
-Fate, hear me what I say! Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and I reck g not though I end my life to-day. (Exit. Drexterity so obeying appetite,
takes ; That what he will be does; and does so much,
Enter one in sumptuous Armour, That proof is call'd impossibility.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
goodly mark :Enter ULYSSES.
No ? wilt thou not ?—I like thy armour well; Ulyss. Oh ! courage, courage, princes! great I'll frush | it, and unlock the rivets all, Achilles
But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,
(Exeunt. That doseless, handless, back'd and chipp'd, come to bim,
SCENE VII.--The same. Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Aum foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr. Roaring for Troilus ; who hath done to-day
midons ; Mad and fantastic execution;
Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel : Engaging and redeeming of himself,
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in With such a careless force, and forceless care,
breath ; As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
fu fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye : Ajox. Troitus! thou coward Troilus! (Exit. It is decreed--Hector the great must die.
[Exeunt. Nest. 80, so, we draw together.
SCENE VIII.-The same.
Enter MENAELAUS and PAR18, fighting : then Conne, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face ;
THERSITSS. know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector ? I will none but Hec- atit: Now, bull! now, dog ! 'Loo, Paris, 100 now
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are [Exeunt.
my double-henned sparrow 1 'loo, Paris, 'loo ! The SCENE FI.-Another part of the Field.
bull has the game ware horns, ho !
(Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter AJAX
Enter MARGARELON. jar. Troilas, thou coward Troilas, show thy Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Enter DIOMEDES.
Ther. What art thou ? Dio. Troilus, I say ! where's Troilus?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : 1
am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard Ajar. Were I the general thou should'st zitimate: one bear will not bite another, and
in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing ille. e that correction : -Troilus, I say? what, quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a + Brused, crushed.
. Not be a looken-on.
Bade him win all.
Die, Ay, there, there.
Ajar. What would'st thon?
• Lance 1 Shoal of Ash,
whore Aght for a whore, he tempts judgment :
Enter TROILUS. Farewell, bastard.
Tro. Hector is slain. Mar. The devil take thee, coward !
All. Hector 1-The gods forbid ! (Exeunt. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
(tield. SCBNE IX.-Another part of the field, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Enter HECTOR.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with
speed ! Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Now is my day's work done! I'll take good breath: And singer not our sure destructions on! Rest, sword ; thou hast thy full of blood and
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. deatd. 1
T'ro. You understand me not, that tell me to : (Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield I do not speak of fight, of fear, of death ; behind him.
But dare all imminence, that gods and men, Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone !
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to Let him that will a screech-owl aye * be callid, set;
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : There is a word will Priam turs to stone ; Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires, Tc close the day up Hector's life is done. Cold statues of ine youth; and, in a word, Hect. I am unarm'd; forego tnis vantage, Scare Troy out of itself, Bul, march, away: Greek.
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
(Hector fulls. This proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains, 80, Ilion, fall thou uext! now, Troy, sink down ; Let Titan rise as early as he dare, Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy boue.-1'11 through and through you ! And thou greatOn, Myrinidons : and cry you all amain,
siz'd coward! Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates
(A Retreat sounded. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Hark I a retreat upon our Grecian part.
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, Strike a free march to Troy !--with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
Ereunt ÆNEAS and TROJANS. the earth, And, stickler + like, the armies separates. As Troilus is going out, enter from the other My ball-supp'd sword, that fraukly I would
side, PANDARUS. bave fed,
Pan. But hear you, hear you ! Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Tro. Hence, broker lackey I ignomy : aud (Sheaths his sword,
shame Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; Along the field I will the Trojau trail. (Exeunt.
Pursue thy life, and live aye g with thy name !
A goodly med'cine for my aching
bones !--O world ! world! world! thus is the Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NES- poor agent despised ! o traitors and bawds, TOR, DIOMEDES, and others marching.
how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill Shouts within.
requited! Why should our endeavour be so
loved, and the peformance so loathed! what Agam. Hark! bark ! what shout is that?
verse for it? what instance for it 1-Let me Nest. Peace, drums. (Within] Achilles !
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: Dio. The bruit g is-Hector's slain and by
And being once subdued in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ; Good traders in the flesh, set this
in your painted Great Hector was as good a man as he.
cloths. Il Agam. March patiently along :-Let oue be
As many as be here of Pander's hall, sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Great Troy is our's, and our sharp wars are
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, ended.
[Exeunt, marching. Some two months hence my will shall bere be SCENE XI.- Another part of the field.
It should be now, but that my fear is this, Enter ÆNEAS and TROJANS.
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases,
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; field : Neve: go home : here starve we out the night.
• Ever. + Pitched.
Ignominy. • Take not this advantage.
1 Canvas hangings for rooms paiuted with oublems + An arbitrator - Athletic games. * Fattening and mottos.
Pain, I am glad you are well,
TIMON OF ATHENS.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the
DRAMATIS PERSONE. Tivox, & noble Athenian.
Two SERVANTS of VARRO, and the SERVANT
of ISIDORE ; two of Timon's Cre. Lecullus, Lords, and Flatterers of
ditors. SEMPRONIUS, Timon.
Cupid, and MASKERS. L'EXTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends.
Three STRANGERS. APEXANTUS, a ckurlish Philosopher.
POET, PAINTER, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.
AN OLD ATHENIAN. Flavius, Steward to Timon.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Thieves, and Attendonts.
Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon
Sir SCENE I.--Athens.-A Hall in Timor's
Jew. If he would touch the estimate : But, for
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd aler Pour PAIXTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, it stains the glory in that happy verse
the vile, and others, at several Doors.
Which aptly sings the good.
(Looking at the Jewel.
Jew. And rich : here is a water, look you.
To the great lord. what particular rarity? what strange, cha manifeld record not matches? See,
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. ic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power
Our poesy is as a gum, which ooze
From whence 'ris nourished: The fire i'the flint conjar'd to attend. U know the merchant. Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle name in Oknow them both ; t'other's a jeweller. Provokes itself, and, like the current, nies
Each bound it chases. What have you there? 1. A most incomparable man; breath’d, *
Pain. A picture, Sir.--And when comes your
book forth 1
}Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Poet. Good day, Sir.
fr. Obi tis a worthy lord. 16. Nay, that's most fix'd.
as it were, I untirable and continuate goodness : 1sses. + 5. I have a jewel here.
+ Coes beyond common bounds.
• As soon as my hook has been presented to l'imon.
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for.
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the Here is a touch ; ls'i good ?
SERVANT OF VENTIDIUS talking with him. Poet. I'll say of it,
Tim. Imprison'd is he, say you ? It tutors nature: artificial strife
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
his debt; Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over.
His means most short, his creditors most strait :
him, Pain. How this lord's follow'd !
To those have shut him up; which failing to
Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well;
My friend when he must need me.
I do kwow
Tim. Commend me to him: I will send bis In a wide sea of wax: no leveli'd malice
ransom ; Infects one comina in the course I hold ; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him to come to But flies an eagle flight, hold, and forth on,
me :Leaving no tract behind.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Pain. How shall I understand you ?
But to support bim after.--Fare you well. Poet. I'll unbolt I to you.
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour!
Enter an old ATHENIAN.
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man
Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this hill,
thy creature, Feign's Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the By night frequents my house. I am a man mount
That from iny first have been inclin'd to thrift;
Than one which holds a trencher
(vants The maid is fair, o’the youngest for a bride, Whose present grace to present slaves and ser- And I bave bred her at my dearest cost, Translates bis rivals.
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Tim. The man is honest.
His honesty rewards him in itsell,
It must not bear my daughter.
Luc. Ay, my good lord, and sbe accepts
of it. Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be of mood,
missing, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his depend- I call the gods to witness, I will choose Which labour'd after bim to the mountain's top, Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip) And dispossess her all. down,
Tim. "How shall she be endow'd, Not one accompanying his declining foot.
If she be mated with an equal husband I Pain. 'Tis common :
Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in A thousand moral paintings I can show
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me • The contest of art with nature.
long : + My poem does not allude to any particular character. To build bis fortune, I will strain a little, Expllin.
*** Shewing, as a glass does by reflection, / For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : the uks of his patron. ditious of life, Whisperings of officious servility. • Inkale,
• Inferior spectators.
What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Tim. AD thou should'st, thou'dst anger
ladies. Old Ath. Most noble lord,
Apem. Ohl they eat lords ; so they come by
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension.
Apem. So thou appreheud'st it: Take it for Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never thy fabour.
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemay That state or fortone fall into my keeping,
mantus ? Which is not ow'd to you !
Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which (Exeunt Lucilius and old ATHENTAN. will not cost a man a doit. Poet. Vouchsafe my labonr, and long live
Tim. What dost thou think 'lis worth? your lordship
Apen. Not worth my thinking.How now, Tim. I thank you; yon sball hear from me poet
Poet. How pow, philosopher 3
Poet. Art not one 1
(seech Apem. Yes. Tim. Painting is welcome.
Poet. Then I lie not, The painting is almost the natural man;
Apem. Art not a poet?
Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Pair. The gods preserve you !
thee for thy labour : He that loves to be dat. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me tered, is worthy o'the fatterer. Heavens, that I your hand;
were a lord ! We must needs dine together. Sir, your jewel
T'im. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Hath suffer'd under praise.
Apem. Even as Apemautus does now, hate a Jeu. What, my lord 1 dispraise $
lord with my heart. Tint. A mere satiety of commendations. Tim. What, thyself I If I should pay you fór't as 'tis extollid,
Apem. Ay. It fould unclevt me quite.
Tim. Wherefore 3 Jet. My lord, 'tis rated
[know, A pem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord.
Mer. Ay, Apemantus.
pot! Tim. Well mock'd.
Mer. If traffic do it, the gods do it. Mer. No, my good lord; be speaks the com Apen. Traffic's thy god, and thy god confound mon tongue,
thee ! Which all men speak with him. Tix. Look, who comes bere. Will you be
Trumpets sound. Enter a SERVANT. chid 3
Tim. What trumpet's that?
Serv. 'Tis Alcibiades, and
Some twenty borse, all of companionship.
Tim. Pray, entertain them; give them guide
to us.- (Exeunt some Attendants. Tim. Gond morrow to thee, gentle Apeman- You must needs dine with me :-Go not you
[done, Apen. Till I be gentle, stay for thy good mor. Till I have thank'd you; and, when dinner's
(nonest. Show me this piece.- an joyful of your When thou art Timon's dog, and these knaves sights.Tim. Why dost thou call them kuaves ? thou know'st them not.
Enter ALCIBIADES, with his Company. Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
Most welcome, Sir!
[They salute. Apem. So, 80 ; there!
Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
That there should be small love 'mongst these Apem. Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by
out And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred Tina. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Iuto baboon and monkey. t
Tim. Righit welcome, sir :
In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.
[Exeunt all but APEMANTUS,
Enter two Lorcs.
1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted It?
A pem, Time to be honest. 4pem. He wrought better, that made the pain
1 Lord. That time serves still, and yet hie's but a filthy piece of work.
Apem. The most accursed thou, that still
omit'st it. Ipem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's
2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
A pem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine "im. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?
Mer. He'll spare none.
Pain. Yon are a dog.
irl be a dog?
pem. No; I eat not lords.