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Tro. O traitor Dioined !-turu thy false face
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 tbere ? Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid :
Ajax, I'll fight with him alone : stand, DioFellow, 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. Enter AGAMEMNON.
Enter HECTOR. Agam. Runew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hect. Yea, Troilus? oh! well fought my Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon
youngest brother! Hath Doreus prisoner: And stauds colossus-wise, waving his beam, *
Enter ACHILLES. Upon the pashed + corses of the kings
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha! Have at Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;
thee, Hector, Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt ;
Hect. Pause, it thou wilt. Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes
Achil. I do disdaiu thy courtesy, proud Tro. Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary
jan. Appals our numbers ; haste we, Diomed, Be happy, that my arms are out of use : To reinforcement, or we perish all.
My rest and negligence beiriend thee now,
Bút thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
(takes; That what he will he 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,
abide ? Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance : Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Why, then, tly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
(Excunt. Tbat noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come
SCENE VII.-The same. to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidong. Ain foams at mouth, and be is arm'd, and at
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr. it, Roaring for Troilus; who bath 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, Bade him win all.
Empale him with your weapons round about ;
In fellest manner execute ! your arms.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye :
(Ereunt. Nest. So, so, we draw together.
SCENE VIII.-The same.
Enter MENAELAUS and Paris, fighting: then
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are Hector! where's Hector ? I will none but Hec at it: Now, buill now, dog !'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! now tor.
my double-benned sparrow l’loo, Paris, 'loo ! The
bull has the game :'ware horns, ho! SCENE VI.- Another part of the Field.
(Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS. Enter AJAX.
Enter MARGARELON. Ajax. Troihus, thou coward Troilus, show thy
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : 1
am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard Dio. I would correct him.
in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illeAjar. Were I the general thou should's! gitimate! One bear will not bite another, and have my office,
wherefore should one bastard ? Take beed, the Ere that correction : —Troilus, I say! wbat, quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a • Lance. + Bru sed, crushed.
• Not be a looken-on.
+ Lying. Shoal of Asb.
Prevail over. Care. | Burst. T Employ. whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment :
Enter TROILUS. Farewell, bastard.
Tro. Hector is slain. Nar. The devil take thee, coward !
All. Hector ?-The gods forbid ! (Exeunt. Tro. He's dead ; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
(field. SCENE IX-Another part of the field. In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful
Frown oui, you heavens, effect your rage with Enter HECTOR.
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 destructious ou ! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. death!
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so ; [Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield I do not speak of figlit, of fear, of death; behind him.
But dare all imminence, that gods and men, Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Address their dangers iíi. 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 call'a, set;
Go iu to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : There is a word will Priam turu to stone ; Even with the veil and dark’ning of the sun, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, 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 itseit, Biit, march, away : Greek.
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
(Hector falls. Thus proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains,
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 : my lord.
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
Exeunt ÆNEAS and TROJANS. the earth, And, stickler + like, the armies separates. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other My half-supp'd sword, that frankly I would
side, PANDARUS. have fed,
Pan. But hear you, bear you ! Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.- Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy 1 and [Sheaths his sword.
shame Come, de his body to my horse's tail ;
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name ! Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching SCENE X.--The same.
bones 1-0 world ! world! world! thus is the Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NES-poor agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, TOR, DIOMEDES, and others murching.
how earnestly are you set a' work, and how it Shouts within.
requited ! Why should our endeavour be so
loved, and the peformance so loathed f what Agam. Hark! hark ! what shout is that?
verse for it? what instance for it -Let me Nest. Peace, drums.
see : (Within) Achilles !
Full merrily the humble bee doth sing, Achilles ! Hector's slain ! Achilles !
Till he bath lost his honey and his sting : Dio. The bruit $ is-Hector's slain and by And being once subdued in armed tail, Achilles.
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Ajax. 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 be.
cloths. || Agam. March patiently along :-Let oue be As many as be here of Pander's ball, sent
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : To pray Acbilles see us at our tent.
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, If in his death the gods bave us befriended, Though not for me, yet for vour aching bones. Great Troy is our's, and our sharp wars are Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, ended. (Exeunt, marching. Some two months hence my will shall here be
made; 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 :
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. field :
(Exit. Neve: go home : here starve we out the night.
• Ever. + Pitched. Ignominy. 4Ever. • Take not this advantage.
Canvas hangings for rooms painted with emblems An arbiti ator at Athletic games. Fattening and mottos.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, end
was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch’s Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The tinding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one tiine in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, called Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that ex. quisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the senteuce of the law. Alcibiades, kuown as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iutrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. I's relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson.
ibes it "a domestic gedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plan there is not much art ; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery but not friendship."
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. TIMON, a noble Athenian.
Two SERVANTS of VARRO, and the SERVANT Luc:us,
of ISIDORE ; tuo of l'imon's Cre. LUCULLUS, Lords, and Flatterers of
CUPID, and MASKERS. VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. Three STRANGERS. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
POET, PAINTBR, JEWELLER, and MERCHANT. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.
AN OLD ATHENIAN. FLAVIUS, Steward to Timon.
TIMANDRA, S PHILOTI'S,
Servants to Timon's CrediTITUS, tors.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, LUCIUS,
Thieves, and Attendants. HORTENSIUS,
SCENE: Athens; and the Woods adjojning.
}Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Mer. O pray let's see't : For the lord Timon
Jew. If he would touch the estimate : But, for SCENE 1.-Athens.--A Hall in TIMON'S
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd
the vile, Enter Poes,PAINTER, JEWELLER, MERCHANT, It stains the glory in that happy verse and others, at several Doors.
Which aptly sings the good. Poet. Good day, Sir.
Mer. 'Tis a good form. Pain. I am glad you are well.
(Looking at the Jeuel. Poet. I bave not seen you long. How goes
Jeu'. And rich : here is a water, look you. the world's
Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
dedication Poet. Ay, that's well known :
To the great lord. But what particular rarity ? what strange,
Poet. A thing slipp'd idly from me. Which manifold record not matches? See, Our poesy is as a gum, which ooze Magic of bounty | all these spirits thy power
From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i'the fint Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame
Pain. I know them both ; t'other's a jeweller. Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chases. What have you there? Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Pain. A picture, Sir.--And when comes your Mer. A most incomparable man; breath’d,
book forth as it were,
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment. Sir. To an untirable and continuate goodness :
Let's see your piece. He passes. +
Pain. 'Tis a good piece.
[lent. Jew. I have a jewel here.
Poet. So 'tis : this comes off well and excel. loured. + Goes beyond common bounds, • As soon as my book has been presented to l'imon.