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Æne. Is this

He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?

Than ever Greek did compass in his arms; Agam. Even this.

And will to-inorrow witb his trumpet call, Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, Do a fair message to his kingly ears? (prince, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: Agam. With surely stronger than Achilles' If any come, Hector shall honour bim;

(voice If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not Call Agamemnon head and general.

worth Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How The splinter of a lance. Even so much. A stranger to those most imperial looks [may Agam. This shall be told vur lurers, lord Know them from eyes of other mortals ?

Æneas; Agam. How?

If none of them have soul in such a kind, Ene. Ay;

We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; I ask, that I might waken reverence,

And may that soldier a mere recreant prote, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush That means not, bath not, or is not in love! Modest as morning when she coldly eyes If then one is, or hath, or means to be, The youthful Phobus:

That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Which is that god in oflice, guiding men? Ņest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ?

(DOW; Agum. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old Are ceremonious courtiers.

[Troy But if there be not in our Grecian host Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, One noble man, that hath one spark of fire As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: To answer for his love, Tell him from me,But when they would seem soldiers, they have i'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, galis,

And in my vantbrace* put this wither'd brawn; Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, And meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Jove's accord,

Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, As may be in the world: His youth in flood, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! I'll prove this truth with my three drops of The worthiness of praise distains his worth,

blood If that the prais' himselt bring the praise Enc. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of forth:

youth! But what the repining enemy commends, Ulyss. Amen! That breath fame follows; that praise, sole Ağam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your pure, transcends,

To our pavilion shall I lead you, Sir. Chand; Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself | Achilles shall have word of this intent: Æneas?

So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to teot: Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.

Yourself shall feast with us before you go, Agum. What's your affair, 1 pray you? And find the welcome of a noble fue. Ine. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's

[Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NESTOR.

Ulyss. Nestor, Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes Nest. What says Ulysses ? from Troy.

Ulyss. I have a young conception 'in ny Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper

brain, I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; [him: Be you my time to bring it to some shape. To set his sense on the attentive bent,

Nest. What is't? And then to speak.

Ulyss. This 'tis:

(pride Agam, Speak frankly* as the wind;

Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:

That bath to this maturity blown up That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, He tells thee so himself.

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Æne. Trumpet, blow loud, [tents;- To overbulk us all. Send thy brass voice through all these lazy Nest. Well, and how? And every Greek of mettle, let him know, Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hec. What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.

tor sends,

[Trumpet sounds. However it is spread in general name, We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Relates in purpose only to Achilles. A prince call's Hector, (Priam is his father,) Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as Who in this dull and long-continued truce

substance, Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, Whose grossness little characters sum up: And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, | And, in the publication, make no strain,t lords!

But that Achilles, were his brain as barren If there be one among the fair'st of Greece, As banks of Libya,-though, Apollo knows, That holds his honour higher than his ease; 'Tis dry enough, --will, with what great speed That seeks his praise more than he fears his of judgement, peril;

Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose That knows his valour, and knows not to fear; Pointing on him. That loves his mistress more than in confession, Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think ; (With truant vows to her own lips he loves;)

you? And dare avow her beauty and her worth, Nest. Yes, In other arms than hers,—to him this chal. It is most meet; Whom may you else oppose, lenge.

That can from Hector bring those honours ofl, Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, Shall make it good, or do his hest to do it, Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; * Freely. * An armour for the arm.

+ Difficulty


him :

For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute did not the general run thęp ? were not that a
With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, botchy core ?

Ajax, Dog,
Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd

Ther. Then would come some matter from In this wild action : for the success,

him ; I see none now. Although particular, shall give a scantling* Ajar. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not Of good or bad unto the general;

hear? Feel then.

[Strikes him. And in such indexes, although small prickst Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou To their subsequent volumes, there is seen mongrel beet-witted lord ! The baby figure of the giant mass

Ajar. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, speak: I will beat thee into handsomeness. He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice : Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and And choice, being mutual, act of all our souls, holiness : but, I think, thy horse will sooner Makes merit her election; and doth boil, con an oration, than thou learn a prayer withAs 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd out book. Thou canst strike, canst thou ? a Out of our virtues; Who miscarrying, red murrain o' thy jade's tricks! What heart receives from hence a conquering Ajar. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. part,

Ther, Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou To steel a strong opinion to themselves? strikest me thus? Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, Ajar. The proclamation, In no less working, than are swords and bows Ther, Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. Directive by the limbs.

Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers Ulyss. Give pardon to iny speech;

itch. Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. The lustre of the better shall exceed,

When thou art forth in the incursions, thou By showing the worse first. Do not consent, strikest as slow as another. That ever Hector and Achilles meet;

Ajax. I say, the proclamation, For both our honour and our shame, in this, Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour Are dogg'd with two strange followers. on Achilles; and shou art as full of envy'at his Nest, I see them not with my old eyes ; what greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's are they?

beauty, ay, that thou barkest at him. Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Ajar. Mistress Thersites! Hector,

Ther. Thou shouldest strike him. Were he not proud, we all should share with Ajur. Cobloaf!

Ther. He would pun* thee into shivers with But he already is too insolent;

his tist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. And we were better parch in Afric sun,

Ajax. You whoreson cur! [Beating kim. Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, Ther. Do, do. Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foil'd, Ajar. Thou stool for a witch! Why, then we did our main opiniont crush T'her. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; thou hast no more brain than I have in mine And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw elbows; an assinegot may tutor thee: Thou The sorts to fight with Hector: Among our. scurvy valiant ass; thou art here put to thrash selves,

Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among Give him allowance for the better man, those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If For that will physic the great Myrmidon, thou uset to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, Who broils in loud applause; and make him and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of fall

no bowels, thou ! His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. Ajux. You dog! If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,

Ther. You scurvy lord! We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,

Ajax. You cur !

[Beating him. Yet go we under our opinion|| still

Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, That we have better men. But, hit or miss, camel; do, do. Our project's life this shape of sense assumes Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, Nest. Ulysses,

Achil. Why, how yow, Ajax? wherefore do Now I begin to relish thy advice; And I will give a taste of it forthwith How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Ther. You see him there, do you? Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone Achil. Ay; what's the matter? Must tarred the mastiffs on, as 'twere their Ther. Nay, look upon bim. bode.

(E.reunt. Achil. So I do; What's the matter? ACT II.

Ther. Nay, but regard bim well. SCENE 1.-Another part of the Grecian Camp,

Achil. Well, why I do so.

Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: Enter AJAX and THERSITES.

for, whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.

Achil. I know that, fool.
Ajax. Thersites,
Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils? full,

Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. all over, generally?

Ajax. Therefore I beat thee. 4jar. Thersites,

Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit Ther. And those boils did run ?-Say s0,- I have bobbed his brain, more than he has beat

he utters! his evasions have ears thus long. Size, measure. Small points compared with the volumes. Estimation or character,

Pound + Ass a cant term for a foolish fellow. II Character. 1 Provoke.


you thus?



my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny SCENE II.-Troy.-A Roomn in PRIAM's and his pia mater* is not worth the ninth part

Palace. of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax,who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts’in Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and his head, -I'll tell you what I say of him.

Achil. What ?
Ther. I say, this Ajax-

Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches Achil. Nay, good Ajax.

spent, (AJAX offers to strike him, Achilles Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks; interposes.

Deliver Helen, and all damage elseTher. Has not so much wit

As honour, loss of time, travel, expense, Achil. Nay, I must bold you..

Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, In hot digestion of this cormorant war,

consum'd for whom he comes to fight. Achil. Peace, fool !

Shall be struck off:Hector, what say you to't? Ther. I would have peace and quietness,

Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks but the fool will not: he there; that he; look

than 1, you there.

As far as toucheth my particular, yet, Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shall

Dread Priam, Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's?

There is no lady of more softer bowels, Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will More spungy to suck in the sense of fear, shame it.

More ready to cry out-Who knows what folPatr. Good words, Thersites.

lows? Achil. What's the quarrel ?

Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon to the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:

The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches Ther. I serve thee not.

Since the first sword was drawn about this Ajax. Well, go to, go to.

question, Ther. I serve here voluntary.t

Every títhe soul, 'mongst many thousand Achil. Your last service was sufferance,

dismes,* 'twas not voluntary; no man is beaten volunHath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: tary; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you to guard a thing not ours; not worth to us,

If we have lost so many tenths of ours, as under an impress.

Ther. Even so?-a great deal of your wit Had it our name, the value of one ten; too lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. What merits in that reason, which denies Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock | The yielding of her up? out either of your brains

; a' were as good weigh you’the worth and honour of a king, crack a fusty nut with no kernel. Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?

So great as our dread father, in a scale Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, of common ounces? will you with counters whose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires The past-proportion of his infinite ? (sum had nails

on their toes,-yoke you like draught And buckle-ín a waist most fathomless, oxen, and make you plough up the wars.

With spans and inches so diminutive Achil. What, what?

As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame! Ther. Yes, good sooth; To, Achilles ! to,

Hel. No marvel, though you bite so shart Ajax! to!

at reasons, Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue,

You are so empty of them. Should not our Ther. "Tis no matter; I shall speak as much Bear the great sway of his affairs with rea


(sons, as thou, afterwards. Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace.

Because your speech hath none, that tells him Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' bracht bids me, shall 1 ?

Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, broAchil. There's for you, Patroclus.

ther priest, Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, You fur your gloves with reason. Here are ere I come any more to your tents; will

your reasons: keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the You know, an enemy intends you harm; faction of fools.


You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, Patr. A good riddance.

And reason flies the object of all harm: Achil. Marry, this, Sir, is,proclaim'd through Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds all our host;

A Grecian and his sword, if he do set That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,

The very wings of reason to his heels; Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, Troy,

Or like a star disorb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of To-morrow morning call some knight to arms,

reason, That hath a stomach; and such a one, that Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood dare


and honour Maintain—I know not what; 'tis trash: Fare- | Should have hare hearts, would they but fat Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him?

their thoughts Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect otherwise,

Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. He knew bis man.

Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she Ajur. (), meaning you :-I'll go learn more

doth cost

Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? • The membrane that protects the brain. + Voluntarily. 1 Bitch, bound.


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Hect. But value dwells not in particular Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe: It holds his estimate and dignity (will; Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. As well wherein 'tis precious of itself

(Exit. As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,

Hect. Now youthful Troilus, do not these To make the service greater than the god;

high strains And the will dotes, that is attributive

Of divination in our sister work To what infectiously itself affects,

Some touches of remorse? or is your blood Without some image of the affected merit. So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,

Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, Is led on in the conduct of my will;.

Can qualify the same? My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Tro. Why, brother Hector, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores We may not think the justness of each act Of will and judgement: How may I avoid, Such and no other than event doth form it; Although my will distaste what it elected, Nor once deject the courage of our minds, The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-sick rapTo blench* from this, and to stand firm by ho


Cannot distaste* the goodness of a quarrel, We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, which hath our several honours all engag'a When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder To make it gracious. For my private part, viands

I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons: We do not throw in unrespective sjevet And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Such things as might offend the weakest spleen Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; To fight for and maintain! The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a Par. Else might the world convincet of levity truce,

[sir'd; As well my undertakings, as your counsels: And did him service: he touch'd the ports de- But I attest the gods, your full consent And, for an old aunt,+ whom the Greeks held Gave wings to my propension, and cut off captive,

All fears attending on so dire a project. He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth For what, alas, can these my single arms? and freshness

[ing. What propugnations is in one man's valvur, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morn. To stand the push and enmity of those Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest, aunt:

Were I alone to pass the difficulties, Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, And had as ample power as I have will, Whose price bath launch'd above a thousand Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done, ships,

Nor faint in the pursuit. And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. Pri. Paris, you speak If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Like one besotted on your sweet delights: (As you must needs, for you all cried-Go, You have the honey still, but these the gall; go,)


to be valiant, is no praise at all. If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself (As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;

But I would have the soil of her fair rape And cried—Inestimable !) why do you now Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her. The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;

What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, And do a deed that fortune never did,

Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to Beggar the estimation which you priz'd

Now to deliver her possession up, [me, Richer than sea and land? O theft most base; On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! That so degenerate a strain as this, (soms? But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen,

Should once set footing in your generous boThat in their country did them that disgrace,

There's not the meanest spirit on our party, We fear to warrant in our native place!

Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans, cry!

When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Pri. What poise? what shriek is this? Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her where Helen is the subject: then, I say, voice.

Well may we fight for her, whom, we know Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans!

well, Hect. It is Cassandra.

The world's large spaces cannot parallel.

Hect. Paris, and 'Troilus, you have both said Enter CASSANDRA, raring,

well: Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thou- | And on the cause and question now in hand

Have gloz'd,but superficially; not much And I will fill them with prophetic tears.

Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Hect. Peace, sister, peace.

Unfit to hear moral philosophy:
Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrink-To the hot passion of distemper’d blood,

The reasons you allege, do more conduce led elders, Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,

Than to make up a free determination Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes

"Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and A moiety of that mass of moan to come.

revenge, Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice tears!

Of any true decision. Nature craves, Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;

All dues be render'd to their owners; Now Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.

What nearer debt in all humanity, • Shrink, or fly off.

sand eyes,

+ Basket.

* Corrupt, change to a worse state, * Priam's sister, Hesione.


1. Commented

+ To set it off,

Than wife is to the husband? if this law

Of nature be corrupted through affection ;
And that great minds, of* partial indulgence sites, come in and rail.

Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Ther-
To their benumbed wills, resist the same;
There is a law in each well-order'd nation,

Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt To curb those raging appetites that are

counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out Most disobedient and retractory.

of my contemplation: but it is no matter; ThyIf Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,

self upon thyself! The common curse of man. As it is known she is,—these moral laws

| kind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great

revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, aşd Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud To have her back return'd: Thus to persist

discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood* In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,

be thy direction till thy death! then if she, that But makes it much more heavy. Hector's be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shroud

lays thee out, says—thou art a fair corse, I'll opinion Is this in way of truth: yet ne'ertheless,

ed any but lazars. Amen. - Where's Achilles? My spritely brethren, I propendt to you

Putr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in In resolution to keep Helen still;

prayer? For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependence

T'her. Ay; The heavens hear me! Upon our joint and several dignįties.

Enter ACHILLES. Tro. Why, there you touch the life of our design:

Achil. Who's there? Were it not glory that we more affected

Patr. Thersites, my lord. Than the performance of our heaving spleens, Why, my cheese, my digestion, why bast


Achil. Where, where?-Art thou come? I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence. But, worthy not served thyself in to my table so many Hector,

meals? Come; what's Agamemnon? She is a theme of honour and renown;

Ther. Thy commander, Achilles :-Then tell A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds;

me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ? Whose present courage may beat down our

Putr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I foes,

pray thee, what's thyself? And fame, in time to come, caponize us:

Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Patroclus, what art thou? So rich advantage of a promis'd glory,

Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest. As smiles upon the forehead of this action,

Achil. O, tell, tell. For the wide world's revenue.

Ther. I'll decline the whole question. AgaHec. I am yours,

memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my You valiant offspring of great Priamus.

lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus I have a roistlingt challenge sent amongst

is a fool. The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks,

Patr. You rascal! Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits :

Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. I was advertis'd, their great general slept,

Achil. He is a privileged man.-Proceed, Whilst emulations in the army crept;

Thersites. This, I presume, will wake him. (Eseunt. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a

fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, SCENE III.The Grecian Camp.-Before

Patroclus is a fool.
Achilles' Tent.

Achil. Derive this; come.

Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to comEnter THERSITES.

mand Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be comTher. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the manded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elepbant Ajax serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: positive. O worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were other- Patr. Why am I a fool? wise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful here! execrations. Then there's Achilles,-a rare engineer. Jf Troy be not taken till these two

Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall

DIOMEDES, und AJAX. of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter Achil. Patroclus, l'll speak with nobody: of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king Come in with me, 'Thersites. of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, craft of thy Caduceus ;js if ye take not that little and such knavery! all the argument is, a little less-than-little wit from them that they cuckold, and a whore; A good quarrel, .. have! which short-armed ignorance itself draw emuloust factions, and bleed to death knows is so abundant

scarce, it will not in cir- upon. Now the dry serpigos on the subject! cumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without and war, and lechery, confound all! drawing their massy irons, and cutting the Agam. Where is Achilles? web. After this, the vengeance on the whole Patr. Within his tent; but ill dispos'd, my camp! or, rather, the bone-ache! for that, me

lord. thinks, is the curse dependent on those that Agam. Let it be known to bim that we are war for a placket. I have said my prayers;

here. and devil, envy, say Amen. What, ho! my He shent|| our messengers; and we lay by lord Achilles !

Our appertainments, f visiting of him: * Through. + Incline to, as a question of honour. * Passions, natural propensities. + Leprous persons Blustering

$ Envy.


Tetter, scab. || The wand of Mercury which is wreathed with servents.

9 Appendage of rank or digriity



11. Rebuked, rated

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