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As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulyffes.
Achil. What are you reading?
Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted,
Achil. This is not ftrange, Ulfes.
The beauty that is borne here in the face
(That most pure fpirit of fenfe) behold itself
Salute each other with each others' form.
'Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there
Where they're extended; which, like an arch, reverb'rates. The voice again; or like, a gate of steel
Fronting the Sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this,
The unknown Ajax
Heav'ns! what a man is there? a very horse,
That has he knows not what. Nature! what things there are,
Moft abject in regard, and dear in 'use?
What things again moft dear in the cfteem,
And poor in worth? now fhall we see to-morrow
How fome men creep in skittish Fortune's hall,
Achil. This I do believe;
For they pafs'd by me, as mifers do by beggars,
Uly. Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back,
(A great fiz'd moniter of ingratitudes).
Thofe fcraps are good deeds paft, which are devour'd:
As faft as they are made, forgot as foon
As done Perfeverance keeps Honour bright :
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
That one by one purfue; if you give way,,
And trampled on: Then what they do in prefent,
That flightly shakes his parting gueft by th' hand ;
And Farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue feek
Remuneration for the thing it was:
For beauty, wit, high birth, defert in fervice,
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin;
And cafe thy reputation in thy tent;
Whofe glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Achil. Of my privacy
I have ftrong reafons.
Uly. 'Gainft your privacy
The reafons are more potent and heroical. 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters.
Achil. Ha! known!
Uly. Is that a wonder ?
The providence, that's in a watchful State,
(16) And go to duft, that is a little gilt,
More Laud than Gilt o'er-dufted.] In this mangled Condition do we find this truly fine Obfervation tranfmitted, in the old Folio's. Mr. Pope faw it was corrupt, and therefore, as I prefume, threw it out of the Text; because he would not indulge his private Senfe in attempting to make Senfe of it. I owe the Foundation of the Amendment, which I have given to the Text, to the Sagacity of the ingemious Dr. Thirlby.
There is a mystery (with which relation
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector !—
Patr. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour by him. Achil. Ifee, my reputation is at ftake;
My fame is threwdly gor'd.
Patr. O then beware:
Thofe wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves:
Seals a Commiffion to a Blank of Danger;
And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints
Even then, when we fit idly in the Sun.
Achil. Go call Therfites hither, fweet Patroclus:
I'll fend the fool to Ajax, and defire him
To fee us here unarm'd: I have a woman's Longing,
To fee great Hector in the Weeds of peace;
Ther. A wonder!
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
Achil. How fo?
Ther. He must fight fingly to-morrow with Hector, and is fo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in faying nothing.
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he ftalks up and down like a peacock, a ftride and a ftand; ruminates like an hoftefs, that hath no arithmetick but her brain, to fet down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politick regard, as who fhould fay, there were wit in his head, if 'twou'd out; and fo there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not fhew without knocking. The man's undone for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i'th' combat, he'll break't himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I faid, good-morrow, Ajax: and he replies, thanks, Agamem non. What think you of this man, that takes me for the General? he's grown a very land-fifh, language-lefs, a monfter. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both fides, like a leather Jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambaffador to him, Therfites. Ther. Who, I-why, he'll anfwer no body; he profeffes not answering; fpeaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in's arms. I will put on his prefence; let Patroclus make his demands to me, you fhall fee the Pageant of Ajax.
Achil. To him, Patroclus -tell him, I humbly defire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent, and to procure fafe Conduc for his Perfon of the magnanimous and moft illuftrious, fix or seven times honour'd, captain general, of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this.