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Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my | Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! lord.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads Let him, that will a screech-owl'aye be callid, the earth,

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

There is a word will Priam turn to stone ; My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires, Pleas'd with this dainty bait,* thus goes to bed. Cold* statues of the youth ; and, in a word,

[Sheaths his sword. Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away: Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ;

Hector is dead ; there is no more to say. Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. Stay yet.—You vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,

Let Titan rise as early as he dare, SCENE X.—Another part of the Plains. I'll through and through you !—and thou great

siz'd coward! Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR,

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ; DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, without.

That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.AGAM, Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go: Nest. Peace, drums !

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Without.] Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain !

[Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojans. Achilles ! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by

As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other Achilles.

side, PANDARUS. AJAX. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ;

Pan. But hear you, hear you ! (shame Great Hector was a man as good as he.

TROIL. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and AGAM. March patiently along :let one be sent | Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! ! To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

Ent. If in his death the gods have us befriended,

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. -0, world world! world ! thus is the poor agent

[Exeunt, marching. despised! O, traitors and bawds, how carnestly are

you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should

our endeavour be so loved,t and the performance SCENE XI.--Another part of the Plains. so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for

it ?_Let me see :Enter Æneas and Trojans.

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, ÆNE. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the

Till he hath lost his honey and his sting : field:

And being once subdu'd in armed tail, Never go home ; here starve we out the night.

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Enter Troilus.

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted

cloths. TROIL. Hector is slain. ALL.

Hector -The gods forbid ! As many as be here of Pandar's hall, TROIL. He's dead; and at the murderer's Your eyes half out weep out at Pandar's fall: horse's tail,

[field. Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed ! Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Some two months hence my will shall here by I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,

made : And linger not our sure destructions on!

It should be now, but that my fear is this,ÆNE. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:

TROIL. You understand me not that tell me so : Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases ; I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;

And at that time bequeath you my diseases. But dare all imminence that gods and men (*) First folio, bed.

(*) First folio, Coole.

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(+) First folio, desir'd.

| according to Minsheu, because they carried sticks or staves | who stood by to part the combatants, when victory could be

* And. stickler-like, the armies separates.] "A stickler was one

interpose between the opponents.

determined without bloodshed."-MALONE. They were so called,

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“ And eke the bull hath with his bow-bent horne

So hardly butted those two twinnes of Jove,
That they have crush'd the crab, and quite him borne
Into the great Nemæan lion's grove.
So now all range, and do at random rore
Out of their proper places farre away,
And all this world with them amisse doe move,
And all his creatures from their course astray,
Till they arrive at their last ruinous decay."

Fairie Queene, Introduction to B. V. c. 1.

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(3) SCENE III.

- he bade me take a trumpet, And to this purpose speak.] Compare the challenge of Hector as given in Chapman's Homer :

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" Hector, with glad allowance gave, his brothers counsell eare;. And (fronting both the hoasts) advanc't, just in the midst, his

speare. The Troians instantly surceasse; the Greeks Atrides staid : The God that bears the silver Bow, and warres triumphant Maide, On Joves Beech, like two vultures sat, pleasd to behold both

parts, Flow in, to heare; so sternly arm'd with huge shields, helmes and

darts. And such fresh horror as you see, driven through the wrinkled

waves By rising Zephyre, under whom, the sea growes blacke, and

raves : Such did the hastie gathering troupes, of both hoasts make, to

heare; Whose tumult setti'd, twixt them both, thus spake the challenger:

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"Heare Troians, and ye well arm'd Greeks, what my strong

mind (diffusde
Through all my spirits) commands me speake; Saturnius hath

not usde
His promist favour for our truce, but (studying both our ils)
Will never ceas se till Mars, by you, his ravenous stomacke fils,
With ruin'd Troy; or we consume, your mightie Sea-borne fleet.
Amongst you all, whose breast includes, the most impulsive mind,
Let him stand forth as combattant, by all the rest designde.
Before whom thus I call high Jove, to witnesse of our strife;
If he, with home-thrust iron can reach, th' exposure of my life,
(Spoiling my armes) let him at will, convey them to his tent;
But let my body be returnd; that Troys two-sext descent
May waste it in the funerall Pile; if I can slaughter him,
(Apollo honoring me so much) Ile spoile his conquerd lim,
And beare his armes to Ilion, where in Apollos shrine
Ile hang them, as my trophies due : his body Ile resigne
To be disposed by his friends, in flamie funerals,
And honourd with erected tombe, where Hellespontus fals
Into Egæum; and doth reach, even to your navall rode;
That when our beings, in the earth, shall hide their period;
Survivers, sailing the blacke sea, may thus his name renew :
This is his monument, whose bloud, long since, illustrate Hector

slew.
This shall posteritie report, and my fame never die.”

"Oileus Ayax was right corpulent,

To be well cladde he set al his entent
In rych aray he was ful curyous,
Although he were of body corsyous
or armes great with shoulders square and brode;
It was of him almost a horse lode.
High of stature, and boystous in a pres,
And of his speche rude and rechles.
Ful many worde in ydel hym asterte,

And but a coward was he of his herte.
“ An other Ayax Thelamon yous

There was also dyscrete and vertuous,
Wonder fayre and semely to beholde,
Whose heyr was black and vpward ay gan folde,
In compas wise rounde as any sphere,
And of musyke was there non his pere.
Having a voyce full of melodye,
Right well entuned as by Hermonye.
And was inventife for to counterfete,
Instrumentes aswell smal as grete,
In sundry wise longying to musyke.
And for all this yet had he good practicke
In armes eke, and was a noble knyght,
No man more orped nor hardyer for to fight.
Nor desyrous for to have vyctorye,
Devoyde of pompe, hatyng all vaynglorye,

All ydle laude spent and blowe in vayne."
"The auncient Historie and onely trewe and syncere Cronicle et
the warres betwixt the Grecians and the Troyans," &c. fol. 1555.
Book II, chap. 15.

(4) SCENE III.-Blockish Ajax.] From the subjoined description of the Ajaxes as portrayed by Lydgate, it would appear that Shakespeare, for dramatic effect, had purposely confounded Ajax Telamonius with Ajax Oileus :

ACT II.

(1) SCENE I.—THERSITES. ] Hideous in person, impious

L T D STI Hideous in person impious i By rape to ruine. O base Greekes, deserving infamie, and gross in speech, cowardly and vindictive by dispo

And ils eternall: Greekish girls, not Greekes, ye are; Come flie sition, this remarkable character, by sheer intellectual

Home with our ships; leave this man here, to perish with his

preys, vigour, seems to tower high above all the mere corporeal

And trie if we helpt him, or not: he wrong'd a man that weys grace and strength by which he is surrounded ; and the Farre more then he himselfe in worth: he forc't from Thetis portrait is essentially Shakespeare's own creation, for the

sonne Thersites of Homer, on which we may suppose it founded, And keepes his prise still: nor think I, that mightie man hath is nothing better than a vulgar, waspish railer, without a

wonne spark of wit or of intelligence to redeem his moral and

The stile of wrathfull worthily; he's soft, he's too remisse,

Or else Atrides, his had bene, thy last of injuries.' physical obliquity :

Thus he the peoples Pastor chid ; but straight stood up to him " All sate, and audience gave;

Divine Ulysses; who with lookes, exceeding grave and grim, Thersites onely would speake all. A most disorderd store

This bitter checke gave: Ceasse, vaine foole, to vent thy railing Of words, he foolishly powrd out ; of which his mind held more

vaine Than it could manage ; any thing, with which he could procure

On kings thus, though it serve thee well; nor think thou canst Laughter, he never could containe. He should have yet been

restraine, sure

With that thy railing facultie, their wils in least degree, To touch no kings. T'oppose their states, becomes not jesters

For not a worse, of all this hoast, came with our king then thee parts.

To Troys great siege.'"-The Iliads of Homer, &c. Done according But he, the filthiest fellow was, of all that had deserts In Troyes brave siege: he was squint-eyd, and lame of either

to the Greeke, by Geo. Chapman, 8c. Book II. fuote: So crooke backt, that he had no breast; sharp-headed, where did (2) SCENE II.--Enter CASSANDRA, raving.] Of this cire Shoote

cumstance, we find no hint either in Chapman's Homer (Ilere and there sperst) thin mossie haire. He most of all envide

or in Chaucer; it was probably taken, as Steevens conUlysses and Æacides, whom still his splene would chide; Nor could the sacred king himselfe, avoide his saucie vaine,

jectured, from a passage in Lydgate's “Auncient Historie," Against whom, since he knew the Greekes, did vehement hates

&c. 1555 : sustaine

"This was the noise and the pyteous crye (Being angrie for Achilles wrong) he cride out; railing thus:

or Cassandra that so dredefully Atrides! why complainst thou now? what wouldst thou more

She gan to make aboute in every strete of us?

Through ye towne," &c. Thy tents are full of brasse, and dames; the choice of all are

thine: With whom, we must present thee first, when any townes resigne

(3) SCENE III.- The death-tokens of it.] “Dr. Hodges, in To our invasion. Wantst thou then (besides all this) more gold

his - Treatise on the Plague," says : -Spots of a dark comFrom Troyes knights, to redeeme their sonnes? whom, to be plexion, usually called tokens, and looked on as the pledges dearely sold,

or forewarnings of death, are minute and distinct blasts, I, or some other Greeke, must take? or wouldst thou yet againe,

which have their original from within, and rise up with a Force from some other Lord his prise; to sooth the lusts that

little pyramidal protuberance, the pestilential poison chiefly raigne In thy encroching appetite? it fits no Prince to be

collected at their bases, tainting the neighbouring parts, A Prince of ill, and governe us; or leade our progenie

and reaching to the surface.'"-REID.

АСТ III.

(1) Scene II.-S., 80; rub on, and kiss the mistress. ] The small bowl aimed at in the game of Bowling, it has before been mentioned, was occasionally termed the Mistress. See note (), p. 722, Vol. II. Perhaps the best illustration of this popular amusement and its technical phraseology, as practised in our author's day, is that given in Quarles “Emblems” (Emb. 10, b. 1.):

(3) SCENE II.-As false as Cressid.] The protestations of the fickle beauty in the old poem are not less confident; compare the following:

“ To that Cryseyde answerid right anoone,

And with a sigh sche seide, 'O herte dere!
The game, ywis, so ferforthe now is gone,
That furste schal Phebus falle from his spere,
And hevene egle be as the douves fere,
And every rock out of his place sterte,

Er Troylus out of Cryseydis herte.""
And her declaration subsequently :-

“For thylke day that I for cherisynge,

Or diede of fader, or of other wight,
Or for estat, delit, or for weddynge,
Be fals to yow, my Troylus, my knygthe,
Saturnes doughter Juno, thorugh hyre myghte,
As wood as Athamante do me dwelle
Eternaliche, in Stix, the put of Helle !

And this, on every god celestial

I swere it yow, and ek on ech goddesse, On every nymphe, and deyte infernal, On satiry and fawny more and lesse, That halve goddes ben of wildernesse; And Attropos my thred of life to-breste, If I be fals! Now trowe me if yow leste."

“Here's your right ground; wag gently o'er this black :

'Tis a short cast; y' are quickly at the jack. Rub, rub an inch or two; two crowns to one On this bowl's side; blow wind, 't is fairly thrown: The next bowl's worse that comes ; come, bowl away : Mammon, you know the ground, untutor'd play: Your last was gone, a yard of strength well spar'd Had touch'd the block; your hand is still too hard. Brave pastime, readers, to consume that day, Which, without pastime, flies too swift away! See how they labour; as if day and night Were both too short to serve their loose delight: See how their curved bodies wreath, and screw Such antic shapes as Proteus never knew : One raps an oath, another deals a curse; He never better bowl'd; this never worse : One rubs his itchless elbow, shrugs and laughs, The other bends his beetle brows and chafes : Sometimes they whoop, sometimes their Stygian cries Send their black Santo's to the blushing skies: Thus mingling humours in a mad confusion, They make bad premises, and worse conclusion: But where's a palm that fortune's hand allows To bless the victor's honourable brows? Come, reader, come; I'll light thine eye the way To view the prize, the while the gamesters play: Close by the jack, behold, jill Fortune stands To wave the game : see in her partial hands The glorious garland's held in open show, To cheer the lads, and crown the conqu'ror's brow. The world's the jack; the gamesters that contend, Are Cupid, Mammon: that judicious fiend, That gives the ground, is Satan : and the bowls Are sinful thoughts; the prize, a crown for fools. Who breathes that bowls not! What bold tongue can say Without a blush, he has not bowl'd to-day? It is the trade of man, and ev'ry sinner Has play'd his rubbers: every soul's a winner. The vulgar proverb's crost, he hardly can Be a good bowler and an honest man. Good God! turn thou my Brazil * thoughts anew; New-sole my bowls, and make their bias true. I'll cease to game, till fairer ground be given;" Nor wish to win, until the mark be Heav'n.”

(4) SCENE III.- Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.] This appeal of Calchas to the Greeks recals the corresponding circumstance in Chaucer :

“ Then seyd he thus, ‘Lo! lordis myn, I was

A Troyan, as it is knowe, out of drede ;
And, if that yow remembre, I am Calcas,
That altherferst yaf comfort to your nede,
And tolde wele how ye sholdyn spede;
For, dredeles, thurgh you, shall, in a stound,

Ben Troy ybrent, and drewyn doun to ground.
" "And in what forme, and yn what maner wise

This toun to shent, and al your lust acheve,
Ye have, or this, wele herd me yow devise :
This knowyn ye, my lordis, as I leve;
And, for the Grekys weryn me so leve;
I come my self, in my proper persone,
To teche yow what you was best to done.

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(2) SCENE II.-To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love.] Here, as in other passages where Troilus exhibits a presentiment of his lady's inconstancy, we can trace the influence of the “ Troylus and Cryseyde :"

“But natheles, myn owene ladi bright!

Yit were it so that I wist utterly,
That I youre humble servaunt and your knyght
Were in youre herte yset so fermely,
As ye in myn, the whiche thing truly
Me lever were than this worldis tweyne,
Yit schulde I the better endure al my peyne."

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And this :

" Ye sbal ek seen so many a lusti knyght,

Amonge the Grekes, ful of worthynesse;
And ech of hem, with herte, wit, and myght,
To plesen yow don alle his bisynesse,
That ye shal dullen of the rudenesse
of us sely Troians, but if routhe
Remorde you, or vertu of your trouthe."

“Tellyng his tale alwey, this olde gray,
Humblely in his speche and loking eke,
The salte teris from his eyen tway,
Ful faste ronnen doun on either cheke;
So longe of mercy he gan hem byseke,
That, for to help hym of his sorowis sore,
They than gave bym Antenore without more."

The bowls were formerly made of what was called Brazil wood.

ACT IV.

(11) SCENE II.-A bugbear take him In the banter of | With strength, on people proud of strength, sends himn forth to

inferre Pandarus here, we have arch reminiscences of his prototype

Wreakfull contention; and comes on, with presence full of feare; in “ Troylus and Cryseyde:"

So th' Achive rampire, Telamon, did twixt the hoasts appeare:

Smil'd; yet of terrible aspect; on earth with ample pace, "Pandare, on morwe whiche that comen was

He boldly stalkt, and shooke aloft his dart with deadly grace. .. Unto his nece, gon hir faire to grete,

It did the Grecians good to see; but heartquakes shooke the And seide, 'Al this night so rey ned it, allas!

joynts That al my drede is, that ye, nece swete,

or all the Troians: Hectors selfe felt thoughts, with horrid points, Have litel leyser hade to slepe and mete:

Tempt his bold bosome; but he now, must make no counterflight; Al night,' quod he, hath rain so do me wake,

Nor (with his honour) now refuse, that had provokt the fight. That some of us, I trowe, her hedis ake.'

Ajax came neare; and like a towre his shield his bosome bard;

The right side brasse, and seven oxe hides within it quilted hard. “And nigh he come and seid, How stant it now?

Old Tychius the best currier, that did in Hyla dwell,
This Mey morwe, nece, how.kunne ye fare?'

Did frame it for exceeding proofe, and wrought it wondrous well.
Cryseide answerde, Never the bet for yow!

With this stood he to Hector close, and with this Brave began : Fox that ye ben, God yeve yow hertis care!

Now Hector thou shalt clearly know, thus meeting man to man, God helpe me so, yow causeth al this fre,

What other leaders arme our hoast, besides great Thetis sonne: Trowe I,' quod sche, for alle youre wordis white;

Who, with his hardie Lions heart, bath armies overunne. 0, ho so seeth you, knoweth you but alíte!'

But he lies at our crookt-sternd fleet a Rivall with our king

In height of spirit: yet to Troy, he many knights did bring, (2) SCENE IV.--To our own selves bend we our needful Coequall with Eacides; all able to sustaine talk. The parting of the lovers, if not more natural, is

All thy bold challenge can import: begin then, words are vaine.

The Helme-grac't Hector answerd him: Renowned Telamon, managed with more pathos and delicacy in the elder

Prince of the souldiers came from Greece; assay not me like one, poet:

Yong and immartiall, with great words, as to an Amazon dame :

I have the habit of all fights; and know the bloudie frame * Cryseyde, when she redy was to ride,

Of every slaughter: I well know the ready right hand charge,
Ful sorwfully she sighte, and seyde, * Allas!'

I know the left, and every Eway, of my securefull targe;
But forth she mot for ought that may betide,

I triumph in the crueltie of fixed combat fight,
And forth she rite ful sorwfully a pas;

And manage horse to all designes; I think then with good right,
There is non other remedy in this cas.

I may be confident as farre as this thy challenge goes,
What wonder is, though that hyre soore smerte,

Without being taxed with a vaunt, borne out with emptie showes
When she forgothe hire owne swete herte ?

But (being a souldier so renownd) I will not worke on thee,

With least advantage of that skill, I know doth strengthen me; ** This Troylus, in gise of curteysie,

And so with privitie of sleight, winne that for which I strive: With hauke on hond, and with an huge route

But at thy best (even open strength) if my endevours thrive. Of knyghtes, rood, and dide byre compaynye,

Thus sent he his long Javelin forth; it strooke his foes huge Passynge alle the valeye fer withoute;

shield, And ferther wold han riden, out of doute,

Neere to the upper skirt of brasse, which was the eighth it held. Ful fayne, and wo was hym to gon so soone,

Sixe folds th'untamed dart strooke through, and in the seventt. But tourne he moote, and it was eke to done.

tough hide

The point was checkt; then Ajax threw: his angry lance did " And right with that was Antenor y come

glide Oute of the Grekes oste, and every wight

Quite through his bright orbicular targe, his curace, shirt of maile; Was of it glad, and seyde he was welcome ;

And did his manly stomachs mouth with dangerous taint assaile And Troylus, al nere his herte lighte,

But in the bowing of himselfe, black death too short did strike. He peyned hym with al his fulle myght

Then both to pluck their Javelins forth, encountred Lion-like; Hym to with holde of wepynge at the leeste,

Whose bloudie violence is increast, by that raw food they eate : And Antenor he kyste, and made feeste.

Or Bores, whose strength, wilde nourishment, doth make so won

drous great. "" And therwithal he moot his leve take,

Againe Priamides did wound, in midst, his shield of brasse, And caste his eye upon hire pitoisly,

Yet pierc't not through the upper plate, the head reflected was: And nerre he rode, his cause for to make,

But Ajax (following his Lance) smote through his target quite, To take hire by the honde al sobrely:

And stayd bold Hector rushing in; the Lance held way outright, And, Lorde! so she gan wepen tendrely!

And burt his necke; out gusht the bloud, yet Hector ceast not so, And he ful soft and sleighely gan hire seye,

But in his strong hand tooke a Flint (as he did backwards go) Now hold youre day, and do me not to deye.'

Blacke, sharpe and big, layd in the field: the sevenfold targe it

smit, ** With that his courser turned he about,

Full on the bosse; and round about the brasse did ring with it. With face pale, and unto Dyomede

But Ajax a farre greater stone lift up, and (wreathing round
No worde he spak, ne non of al his route;

With all his bodie layd to it) he sent it forth to wound,
Of wh'che the sone of Tideus touke hede,

And gave unmeasur'd force to it; the round stone broke within
As he that konthe moore than the crede

His rundled target : his lov'd knees to languish did begin ; In swiche a craft, and by the reyne hire hente,

And he leand, stretcht out on his shield; but Phæbus raisd him And Troylus to Troye homwarde wente."

streight.

Then had they layd on wounds with swords, in use of closer fight; (3) SCENE V.-HECTOR and AJAX fight.] In Chapman's

Unless the Heralds (messengers of Gods and godlike men) Homer, the combat is described with uncommon pomp and

The one of Troy, the other of Greece; had held betwixt them then

Imperiall scepters: when the one (Idæus, grave and wise) spirit;

Said to them; Now no more my sonnes: the Soveraigne of the

skies This said, in bright armes shone

Doth love you both; both souldiers are, all witnesse with good The good strong Ajax : who, when all his warre attire was on,

right: Marcht like the hugely figurd Mars, when angry Jupiter,

But now night lays her mace on earth; tis good t'obey the night

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