Agamemnon and the rest of the Greeks come forward. Aga. Worthy of Arms; as welcome as to one But that's no welcome: Underftand more clear, But in this extant moment, faith and troth, From Heart of very Heart, great Hector, welcome. Ane. The Noble Menelaus. Hect. Oyou my Lord---by Mars his Gauntlet, thanks, Mock not, that I affect th' untraded Oath, Your quandom Wife fwears still by Venus Glove, She's well, but bad me not commend her to you. Men. Name her not now, Sir, fhe's a deadly Theme. Neft. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft Through ranks of Greekish Youth; and I have seen thee, And feen thee fcouring Forfeits and Subduements, And I have feen thee paufe, and take thy Breath, But But by great Mars, the Captain of us all, Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old Chronicle, Neft. I would my Arms could match thee in Contention, As they contend with thee in Courtefie. Helt. I would they could. Neft. Ha? by this white Beard I'd fight with thee to Morrow. Well, welcome, welcome; I have feen the time--Ulys. I wonder now how yonder City ftands, When we have here the Base and Pillar by us. Het. I know your favour, Lord Vlyffes, well. Ah, Sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since firft I faw your felf and Diomede In Ilion, on your Greekish Embaffie. Vlyf. Sir, I foretold you then what would enfue, For yonder Walls that partly front your Town; Helt. I must not believe you: There they stand yet; and modeftly I think, Vlyf. So to him we leave it. Moft gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome; Heat. Is this Achilles? Achill. I am Achilles. Helt. Stand fair, I prithee, let me look on thee. Helt. Hect. Nay, I have done already. Achil. Thou art too brief, I will the fecond time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb. Hect. O, like a Book of Sport thou'lt read me o'er: But there's more in me than thou understand'st. Why doft thou fo opprefs me with thine Eye? Achil. Tell me, you Heavens, in which part of his Body Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there, That I may give the local Wound a name, And make diftin&t the very breach, where-out Achil. I tell thee, yea. Hect. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me fo, Ajax. Do not chafe thee, Cousin ; Helt. I pray you, let us fee you in the Field, Achil. Doft thou intreat me, Hector? To Morrow do I meet thee, fell as Death, To Night, all Friends. Helt. Thy Hand upon that match. Aga. Firft, all you Peers of Greece go to my Tent, There in the full convive you; afterwards, As But by great Mars, t There they stand And quoted joint 1 Why, thou full dish of Fool, from Troy. The Surgeon's Box, or the Patient's Wound. Well faid, Adverfity; and what need these Tricks? Prithee be filent, Boy, I profit not by thy talk, thought to be Achilles's Male-Varlet. Male-Varlet, you Rogue? What's that? Why, his mafculine Whore. Now the rotten Difthe South, Guts-griping, Ruptures, Catarrhs, loads ! i'th' Backs, Lethargies, cold Palfies, and the like, take again fuch prepofterous Discoveries. Why, thou damnable Box of Envy, thou, what hou to Curfe thus ? --. Do I Curfe thee? . Why no, you ruinous Butt, you whorefon indihable Cur. The No? Why art thou then exafperate, thou idle im- Skein of fley'd Silk; thou green Sarcenet flap for a Eve; thou Taffel of a Prodigal's Purse, thou? Ah, the poor World is peftred with fuch Water-flies, dimives of Nature. PRIT. Out Gall! her. Finch Egg! - My fwect Patroclus, I am thwarted quite Token from her Daughter, my fair Love, --oth taxing me, and gaging me to keep an Oath that I have fworn. I will not break it, [Exit. Ther. With too much Blood, and too little Brain, these two may run mad: But if with too much Brain, and too ttle Blood, they do, I'll be a Curer of Mad-men. Here's amemnon, an honeft Fellow enough, and one that loves Quails, but he has not fo much Brain as Ear-wax; and the good Transformation of Jupiter there his Brother, the Bull, e primitive Statue, and oblique Memorial of Cuckolds, |