For I will throw my Glove to Death himself, Cre. O, you fhall be expos'd, my Lord, to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but, I'll be true: Troi. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this fleeve. To give thee nightly visitation. But yet be true. Cre. O heav'ns! be true, again? Troi. Hear, why I speak it, love: The Grecian youths are full of fubtle qualites, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin) Cre. O heav'ns, you love me not! In this, I do not call your faith in question So mainly as my merit: I cannot fing, Nor heel the high la Volt; nor fweeten talk Nor play at fubtle games; fair virtues all, ; To which the Grecians are moft prompt and pregnant. Troi. No. But fomething may be done, that we will not: Troi. Good brother, come you hither, And bring Eneas and the Grecian with you. Cre. My Lord, will you be true? fault: Troi. Who I? alas, it is my Vice, my At the Port (Lord) I'll give her to thy hand, Dio. Lady Creffid, So please you, fave the thanks this Prince expects: You fhall be miftrefs, and command him wholly. I charge thee, ufe her well, even for my Charge: (21) To frame the Seal of my Petition tow'rds thee By praifing ber.] There is great Room for hesitating at this Expres fion. To fhame the Seal of a Petition, carries no fenfible Idea that I can find out. The Change of a fingle Letter makes Troilus's Complaint apt and reafonable; and the Senfe is this: "Grecian, you "ufe me difcourteously; you fee, I am a passionate Lover, by my "Petition to you; and therefore you fhould not fhame the Zeal of "it, by promifing to do, what I require of you, for the Sake of "her Beauty: when, if you had good Manners, or a Senfe of a "Lover's Delicacy, you would have promised to do it in Compaffion to his Pangs and Sufferings.” Mr. Warburton. R 3 For For by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Dio. Oh, be not mov'd, pince Troilus. Par. Hark, Hector's trumpet! -no. [Sound trumpet. Ene. How have we fpent this morning Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to field with him. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity Let us addrefs to tend on Hector's heels: The Glory of our Troy doth this day lie On his fair worth, and fingle chivalry. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, &c. ·Aga. H ERE art thou in appointment fresh and fair, (22) Give with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy, (22) Here art thou in Appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating Time. With farting Courage, Give with thy Trumpet, &c.] I have alter'd the Pointing of this Paffage for this Reafon: The Poet feems to mean, that Ajax fhew'd his ftarting Courage in coming into the Field before the Challenger. Thou Thou dreadful Ajax, that th' appalled air Ajax. Trumpet, there's my purfe; Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Out-fwell the cholick of puft Aquilon: Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes fpout blood: Thou blow't for Hector. Uly. No trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early day. Aga. Is not yond' Diomede with Calchas' daughter? Uly. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rifes on his toe; that spirit of his In afpiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomedes, with Creffida. Aga. Is this the lady Creffida? Dio: Ev'n fhe. Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet lady. 'Twere better, fhe were kifs'd in general. Neft. And very courtly counfel: I'll begin. So much for Neftor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kiffing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kiffing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment, And parted, thus, you and your argument. Uly. O deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns, For which we lofe our heads to gild his horns! Patr. The firit was Menelaus' kifs-this mine Patroclus kiffes you. Men. O, this is trim. Patr. Paris and I kifs evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kifs, Sir: lady, by your leave,Cre. In kiffing do you render or receive? Patr. Both take and give. R 4 Cre Cre. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give ; Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cre. No, I'll be fworn. Ulf. It were no match, your nail against his horn: May I, fweet lady, beg a kifs of you? Cre. You may. Ulf. I do defire it. Cre. Why, beg then. Uly. Why then, for Venus' fake, give me a kifs, Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Dio. Lady, a word Ulf. Fy, fy, upon her! I'll bring you to your Father. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip: Oh, thefe Encounterers! So glib of tongue, [Trumpet within. Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants. All. The Trojans' trumpet! Aga. Yonder comes the troop. ne. Hail, all the State of Greece! what fhall be done To him that Victory commands? Or do you purpose, A Victor fhall be known? will you, the Knights Shal |