Caf. [within.] Cry, Trojans ! Hect. It is Caffandra. SCENE IV. Enter Caffandra with her bair about her ears. Caf. Cry, Trojans, cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with prophetick tears. Hect. Peace, fifter, peace. Caf. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled old, [Exit. Het. Now, youthful Troilus, do not the high ftrains Of divination in our fifter work Some touches of remorfe? Or is your blood So madly hot, that no difcourfe of reafon, Troi. Why, brother Hector, We may not think the juftness of each act Par. Elfe might the world convince of levity What What propugnation is in one man's valour, Pri. Paris, you speak Like one befotted on your fweet delights; Par. Sir, I propofe not merely to myself On terms of bafe compulfion! can it be, Should once fet footing in your generous bofoms? Het. Paris and Troilus, you have both faid well : The reafons you alledge, do more conduce 'Twixt right and wrong: for pleasure and revenge All dues be render'd to their owners; now What What nearer debt in all humanity, But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion My fprightly brethren, I propend to you In refolution to keep Helen ftill; For'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance Upon our joint and several dignities. Troi. Why, there you touch'd the life of our defigns: Were it not glory that we more affected, Than the performance of our heaving spleens, I would not with a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, Heft. I am yours, You valiant off-fpring of great Priamus; [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE V. The Grecian Camp. Ther. How now, Therfites? what, loft in the labyrinth of thy fury? fhall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy fatisfaction! would it were otherwife; that I could beat him, whilft he rail'd at me; 'sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll fee fome iffue of my fpiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till thefe two undermine it, the walls will ftand 'till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods; and, Mercury, lofe all the ferpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou také not that little, little, lefs than little wit from them that they have; which fhort- arm'd ignorance itfelf knows is fo abundant fcarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a fpider, without drawing the maffy irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or rather the bone-ach, for that methinks is the curfe dependant on those that war for a placket. I have faid my prayers, and devil Envy fay Amen! What ho! my Lord Achilles! " Enter Patroclus. Pat. Who's there? Therfites? Good Therfites, come in and rail. Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counter, thou could'ft not have flip'd out of my contemplation; but it is no matter, thy felf upon thy felf! The common curfe of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor,and difcipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if the that lays thee out fays thou art a fair coarse, I'll be fworn and fworn upon't she never shrouded any but Lazars; Amen? Where's Achilles ? Pat. What, art thou devout? waft thou in a prayer? Ther. Ay, the heav'ns hear me! Enter Achilles. Acbil. Who's there? Pat. Therfites, my Lord, Achil. Where, where? art thou come? why, my cheese, my digeftion-why haft thou not ferved thy felf up to my table, fo many meals? come, what's Agamemnon? Ther. Thy commander, Achilles; then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles? Pat. Thy lord, Therfites: then tell me, I pray thee, what's thy felf? Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou? Pat. Thou may'ft tell, that know'ft. Achil. O tell, tell. Ther. I'll derive the whole queftion. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my lord, I am Patroclus's knower, and Patroclus is a fool. Pat. You rafcal Ther. Peace, fool, I have not done. Acbil. He is a privileg'd man. Proceed, Therfites. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, Therfites is a fool, and, as aforefaid, Patroclus is a fool. Acbil. Derive this; come. : Ther, Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles, Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon, Therfites is a fool to ferve fuch a fool, and Patroclus is a fool pofitive.. Pat. Why am I a fool? Ther. Make that demand to thy creator; it fuffices me thou art. SCENE VI. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Nestor, Diomedes, Ajax, and Chalcas. Look you, who comes here? Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with no body; come in with me, Therfites. [Exit. Ther. Here is fuch patchery, such jugling, and fuch knavery: all the argument is a cuckold and a whore, a good quarrel to draw emulous factions,and bleed to death upon: now the dry Serpigo on the fubject! and war and lechery confound all! Aga. Where is Achilles? [Exit. Aga. |