Shall to the edge of all extremity Aga. Which way would Hector have it? Ene. He cares not; he'll obey conditions. Achil. 'Tis done like Hector, but fecurely done, (23) A little proudly, and great deal misprizing The Knight oppos'd. Ene. If not Achilles, Sir, What is your name? Achil. If not Achilles, nothing. Ene. Therefore, Achilles; but whate'er, know this; In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The other blank as nothing; weigh him well; Aga. Here is Sir Diomede: go, gentle Knight, So be it; either to the uttermost, Or else a breath. The Combatants being kin (23) Aga. 'Tis done like Hector, but fecurely done;] It feems abfurd to me, that Agamemnon fhould make a Remark to the Difparagement of Hector for Pride, and that neas fhould immediately fay, If not Achilles, Sir, what is your Name? and then defire him to take Notice, that Hector was as void of Pride as he was full of Valour. Why was Achilles to take Notice of this, if it was Agamemnon that threw this Imputation of Pride in Hector's Teeth? I was fully fatisfied, that this Reproach on Hector ought to be placed to Achilles, as I have ventur'd to place it; and confulting Mr. Dryden's Alteration of this Play, I was not a little pleas'd to find that I had but feconded the Opinion of that Great Man in this Point. Half flints their ftrife before their ftrokes begin. Aga. What Trojan is that fame, that looks fo heavy? For Hector in his blaze of wrath fubscribes [Alarm. Hector and Ajax fight. Aga. They are in action. Neft. Now, Ajax, hold thine own. Troi. Hector, thou fleep'ft, awake thee. Aga. His blows are well difpos'd; there, Ajax. Dio. You must no more. Ene. Princes, enough, so please you. [Trumpets ceafe. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Hect. Why then, will I no more. Thou art, great Lord, my father's fifter's fon; A coufin-german to great Priam's feed: Were thy commixion Greek and Trojan so, Bounds Bounds in my fire's: by Jove multipotent, Ajax. I thank thee, Hector! Thou art too gentle, and too free a man : I came to kill thee, coufin, and bear hence great addition earned in thy death. A Hect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable, (On whofe bright creft, Fame, with her loud'ft O yes, Cries, this is he ;) could promise to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector! Ene. There is expectance here from both the fides, What further you will do. Hett. We'll anfwer it: The iffue is embracement: Ajax, farewel Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's with, and great Achilles Hect. Eneas, call my brother Troilus to me: And fignify this loving interview To the expectors of our Trojan part: Defire them home. Give me thy hand, my Cousin : Agamemnon and the reft of the Greeks come forward. Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. Hect. The worthieft of them tell me name by name; But for Achilles, mine own fearching eyes Shall find him by his large and portly fize. Aga. Worthy of arms! as welcome, as to one That would be rid of fuch an enemy; But But that's no welcome: understand more clear, But in this extant moment, faith and troth, From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome. Ene. The noble Menelaus. Hect. O-you, my Lord-by Mars his gauntlet, thanks. Mock not that I affect th' untraded oath; Your quondam wife fwears ftill by Venus' glove; Neft. I have, thou gallant Trojan, feen thee oft, Through ranks of Greekifh youth; and I have feen thee, As hot as Perfeus, fpur thy Phrygian steed, Bravely defpifing forfeits and fubduements, When thou haft hung thy advanc'd fword i'th' air, Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life! And I have seen thee paufe, and take thy breath, Het. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That That haft fo long walk'd hand in hand with time: Neft. I would, my arms could match thee in contention, As they contend with thee in courtesy. Hect. I would, they could. Neft. By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-morrow. Well, welcome, welcome; I have feen the time Ulyf. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here the base and pillar by us. Hect. I know your favour, Lord Ulyffes, well. Ah, Sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I saw yourself and Diomede In Ilion, on your Greekish embaffy. Uly. Sir, I foretold you then what would enfue': Hect. I must not believe you; There they stand yet; and, modeftly I think, Uly. So to him we leave it. thou! Moft gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome; Hect. Is this Achilles ? Achil. I am Achilles. Heft. Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee.. Hect. Nay, I have done already. Achil. Thou art too brief. I will the fecond time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb. Heat. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er; But |