Good arms, ftrong joints, true fwords; and, Jove's Nothing fo full of heart. But peace, Æneas; That breath Fame blows, that praise fole pure transcends. Aga. What's your affair, I pray you? Ene. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Aga. He hears nought privately that comes from Troy. Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him; I bring a trumpet to awake his Ear, To fet his fenfe on the attentive bent, Aga. Speak frankly as the wind, It is not Agamemnon's fleeping hour; Ene. Trumpet, blow loud: Send thy brafs voice thro' all thefe lazy tents; [The trumpets found. We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Circumftance, added, brings no Impeachment to their Courage: Valour would become Prefumption and Impiety in them, if they had trufted to it when Jove manifeftly declared himself on the other Sice. My Regulation of the Pointing fixes the Poet's Senfe; and 'tis every where his Manner to mention the Concurrence of the Deity fuppos'd. That That knows his valour and knows not his fear, If none, he'll fay in Troy when he retires, I'll pawn this truth with my three drops of blood. Aga. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your you first: Achilles fhall have word of this intent, hand: So fhall each Lord of Greece from tent to tent: Yourself shall feast with us before you go, Ulyf. Neftor, Manent Ulyffes and Neftor. Neft. What fays Ulyffes? Ulyf. I have a young conception in my brain, Ulys. This 'tis : Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded pride, In rank Achilles, muft or now be cropt, Or, fhedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Neft. Well, and how now? [Exeunt. Uly. This Challenge that the gallant Hector fends, However it is fpread in general name, Relates in purpofe only to Achilles. Neft. The purpofe is perfpicuous ev'n as Substance, (8) (8) The purpofe is perfpicuous ev'n as Subfiance, Whofe Groffness Little Characters fum up, And in the Publication make no Strain:] The modern Editors, 'tis plain, have lent each other very little Information upon this Faffage : Tuphòs Tupha ódny's, as the Proverb fays; the Blind have led the Blind. As they have pointed the Paffage, 'tis ftrange Stuff; and how they folv'd it to themfelves, is paft my Discovery. That little Characters, or Particles, fum up the Groffness of any Substance, I conceive: but how thofe Characters, or Particles, make no Strain in the Publication, feems a little harder than Algebra. My Regulation of the Pointing brings us to clear Sense; "The Aim and Purpose of this "Duel is as vifible as any grofs Subftance can be, compounded of "many little Particles:" And having faid thus, Ulyffes goes on to another Obfervation; "And make no Difficulty, no Doubt, when • this Duel comes to be proclaim'd, but that Achilles, dull as he is, << will difcover the Drift of it." This is the Meaning of the laft Line. So afterwards, in this Play, Ulyffes fays, I do not strain at the Pofition, i. e. I do not hesitate at. I make no Difficulty of it. Whofe Whofe groffness little characters fum up. 'Tis dry enough,) will with great speed of judgment, Uly. And wake him to the answer, think you? If not Achilles? though a fportful combat, Of things to come, at large. It is fuppos'd, What heart from hence receives the conqu'ring part, Uly. Give pardon to my Speech; 'Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Are dogg'd with two strange followers. Neft. I fee them not with my old eyes: what are they? Uly. What Glory our Achilles fhares from Hector, Were he not proud, we all should share with him: But he already is too infolent; And we were better parch in Africk Sun, 'Than in the pride and falt fcorn of his eyes, Should he 'fcape Hector fair. If he were foil'd, Why, then we did our main opinion crush And by device let blockish Ajax draw The Sort to fight with Hector: 'mong our felves, That we have better men. But, hit or miss, ACT II. SCENE, the Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax and Therfites. HER SITES, TH AJAX. Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boiles-full, all over, generally. Ajax. Therfites, [Talking to himself. Ther. |