Conduct in War superior to Action. The still and mental parts, measure That do contrive how many hands shall strike Adversity the Trial of Man. But the protractive trials of great Jove, The fineness of which metal is not found But in the wind and tempest of her frown, Achilles described by Ulysses. The great Achilles-whom opinion crowns The sinew and the fore-hand of our hostHaving his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs: with him PatroUpon a lazy bed, the live-long day [clus, Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer! he imitation calls) He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, And, like a strutting player-whose conceit Thy topless deputation he puts on; Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, Such to be pitied and o'erwrested seeming He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, 'Tis like a chime a-mending: with terms unsquar'd, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, The large Achilles, on his prest bed lolling, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Cries Excellent! 'tis Agamemuon just! Now play me Nestor-hem, and stroke thy beard, As he, being drest to some oration." That's done as near as the extremest ends Sir Valor dies; cries-"O! enough, Patroclus, I ask, that I might weaken reverence, Doubt. The wound of peace is surety, Pleasure and Revenge. Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice The Subtlety of Ulysses, and Stupidity of Ajax. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. Yet he loves himself: is it not strange? Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-mor- [row. Ulys. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar, and in self-admission. Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, [ness; He makes important: possest he is with greatAnd speaks not to himself, but with a pride That quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, That 'twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself: what should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry, "No recovery." Aga. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you, and greet him in his tent : "Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself. Ulys. O Agamemnon, let it not be so! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes, When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lord That bastes his arrogance with his own seam, That were to enlard his fat-already pride, And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns With entertaining great Hyperion. This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid ! And say in thunder “Achilles go to him.” Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! Aside. Ajax. If I go to him with my armed fist I'll pash him o'er the face. Aga. O no, you shall not go. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his pride: let me go to him. Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. [Aside. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow ! Aga. He'll be the physician that should be the patient. [Aside. Ajax. An all men were o' my mind- He should eat swords first: shall pride carry it? [Aside. Ulys. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike, Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. [him harm. Ulys. Why, 'tis this naming of him does Here is a man-but 'tis before his faceI will be silent. [liant. Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Ulys. Know the whole world, he is as vaAjax. A whoreson dog! that shall palter thus with us! Would he were a Trojan. Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now- Ulys. Ay, or surly borne? Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulys. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure: [suck: Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd beyond all erudition; But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half; and for thy vigor, Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor, Instructed by the antiquary times He must, he is, he cannot but be wise; But pardon, father Nestor; were your days, Ajax. Shall I call you father? Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulys. There is no tarrying here; the hart Keeps thicket: please it our great general We must with all our main of pow'r stand fast, And here's a lord; come knights from east to west, And cull their flow'r, Ajax shall cope the best. Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. [Exeunt. An expecting Lover. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. That it enchants my sense; what will it be, My heart beats thicker than a fev'rous pulse; Constancy in love protested. As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre- Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said— as false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As false as Cressid. Pride cures Pride. Pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride: for supple knees Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Greatness contemptible when it declines. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, [is, Must fall out with men too: what the declin'd He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer: And not a man, for being simply man, Hath any honor; but honor for those honors That are without him, as place, riches, favor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit; Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, The love that lean'd on them is slippery too, Do one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall. Honor: continued Acts necessary to preserve its Lustre. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, As fast as they are made, forgot as soon way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow, Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, virtue seek [wit, Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all When water-drops have worn the stones of To envious and calumniating time. Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin[gauds, That all with one consent praise new-born Though they are made and moulded of things And give to dust, that is a little gilt, [past; More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. Shall from your neck unloose his am'rous fold, Lovers parting in the Morning. Troil. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Cres. Night hath been too brief. As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, He fumbles up into a loose adieu; Troilus's Character of the Grecian Youths. The Grecian youths are full of quality, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas! a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin), Makes me afeard. A Trumpeter. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen Blow villain, till thy sphered bias cheek [pipe: Outswell the cholic of puft Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes pour blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. Diomedes' Manner of Walking. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her Το The Character of Troilus. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight. Not yet mature, yet matchless: firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, soon calm'd: His heart and hand both open, and both free; For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Hector in Battle. Laboring for destiny, make cruel way Not letting it decline on the declin'd; Achilles surveying Hector. body Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his [there; Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, And make distinct the very breach, whereout That I may give the local wound a name; Hector's great spirit flew. Answer me, hea vens! Honor more dear than Life. Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate; Life every man holds dear; but the brave man Holds honor far more precious dear than life. Pity to be discarded in War. For the love of all the gods Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mother; And when we have our armors buckled on, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords! Rash Vows. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. PATHETIC PIECES. § 37. Sebastian and Dorax. DRYDEN. Re-enter Dorax, having taken off his Turban, and put on an European Habit. Dor. Now do you know me? Seb. Thou shouldst be Alonzo. Dor. So you should be Sebastian; But when Sebastian ceas'd to be himself I ceas'd to be Alonzo. Seb. As in a dream I see thee here, and scarce believe mine eyes. Dor. Is it so strange to find me where my wrongs, And your inhuman tyranny, have sent me? Think not you dream: or, if you did, my injuries Shall call so loud, that lethargy should wake; And death should give you back to answer me. A thousand nights have brush'd their balmy wings Over these eyes; but ever, when they clos'd, The long expected hour is come at length, Dor. 'Tis the first justice thou hast ever done Then, tho' I loathe this woman's war of tongue, Yet shall my cause of vengeance first be clear: And, honor, be thou judge. Seb. Honor befriend us both. Beware! I warn thee yet to tell thy griefs In terms becoming majesty to hear: I warn thee thus, because I know thy temper Is insolent and haughty to superiors: How often hast thou brav'd my peaceful court, Fill'd it with noisy brawls, and windy boasts; And with past service, nauseously repeated, Reproach'd even me, thy prince! [ward, Dor. And well I might, when you forgot reThe part of Heaven in kings: for punishment Is hangman's work, and drudgery for devils. I must and will reproach thee with my service, Tyrant!-it irks me so to call my prince, But just resentment and hard usage coin'd Th' unwilling word; and grating as it is, Take it, for 'tis thy due. Seb. How, tyrant! Dor. Tyrant! [back; Seb. Traitor! that name thou canst not echo That robe of infamy, that circumcision Ill hid beneath that robe, proclaim thee traitor: And, if a name More foul than traitor be, 'tis renegade. [tyrant, Dor. If I'm a traitor, think and blush, thou Whose injuries betray'd me into treason, Effac'd my loyalty, unhing'd my faith, And hurried me from hopes of heaven to hell. Seb. Thy old presumptuous arrogance again, That bred my first dislike, and then iny loathing, Once more be warn'd, and know me for thy king. Dor. Too well I know thee, but for king no This is not Lisbon, nor the circle this, [more: Where, like a statue, thou hast stood besieg'd By sycophants and fools, the growth of courts; Where thy gull'd eyes in all the gaudy round Met nothing but a lie in every face; And the gross flattery of a gaping crowd, Envious who first should catch and first applaud The stuff of royal nonsense: when I spoke, My honest homely words were carp'd and cenFor want of courtly style: related actions, [sur'd Though modestly reported, pass'd for boasts: Secure of merit, if I ask'd reward, [vaded, Thy hungry minions thought their rights inAnd the bread snatch'd from pimps and paraHenriquez answer'd, with a ready lie, [sites. To save his king's, the boon was begg'd before. Seb. What say'st thou of Henriquez? Now, by Heaven, Thou mov'st me more by barely naming him, Than all thy foul, unmanner'd, scurril taunts. Dor. And therefore 'twas to gall thee that I nam'd him, That thing, that nothing but a cringe and smile; Seb. All false as hell, or thou. As that I serv'd thee fifteen hard campaigns, Seb. I see to what thou tend'st; but tell me But all th' advantage of that love was thine: Seb. I meant thee a reward of greater worth. Could the robb'd passenger expect a bounty From those rapacious hands who stripp'd him first? [love. Seb. He had my promise ere I knew thy Dor. My services deserv'd, thou shouldst revoke it. |