HECT. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. (3) Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. ACHIL. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and darking of the sun, I seek. So, Ilion, fall thou next!* now, Troy, sink down! Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain ! [A retreat sounded. Hark! a retire‡ upon our Grecian part. (*) First folio omits, next. (t) First folio omits, and (1) First folio, retreat. His promist favour for our truce, but (studying both our ils) slew. This shall posteritie report, and my fame never die." (4) SCENE III.-Blockish Ajar.] 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 :— "Oileus Ayax was right corpulent, To be well cladde he set al his entent Of armes great with shoulders square and brode; "An other Ayax Thelamonyous There was also dyscrete and vertuous, In sundry wise longying to musyke. "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. ACT II. (1) SCENE I.-THERSITES.] Hideous in person, impious and gross in speech, cowardly and vindictive by disposition, this remarkable character, by sheer intellectual vigour, seems to tower high above all the mere corporeal grace and strength by which he is surrounded; and the portrait is essentially Shakespeare's own creation, for the Thersites of Homer, on which we may suppose it founded, is nothing better than a vulgar, waspish railer, without a spark of wit or of intelligence to redeem his moral and physical obliquity:— "All sate, and audience gave; Thersites onely would speake all. A most disorderd store Of words, he foolishly powrd out; of which his mind held more Than it could manage; any thing, with which he could procure Laughter, he never could containe. He should have yet been sure To touch no kings. T'oppose their states, becomes not jesters parts. But he, the filthiest fellow was, of all that had deserts In Troyes brave siege: he was squint-eyd, and lame of either foote: So crooke backt, that he had no breast; sharp-headed, where did shoote (Here and there sperst) thin mossie haire. He most of all envide Ulysses and acides, whom still his splene would chide; Nor could the sacred king himselfe, avoide his saucie vaine, Against whom, since he knew the Greekes, did vehement hates sustaine (Being angrie for Achilles wrong) he cride out; railing thus: Atrides! why complainst thou now? what wouldst thou more of us? 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 To our invasion. Wantst thou then (besides all this) more gold From Troyes knights, to redeeme their sonnes? whom, to be dearely sold, I, or some other Greeke, must take? or wouldst thou yet againe, Force from some other Lord his prise; to sooth the lusts that By rape to ruine. O base Greekes, deserving infamie, And ils eternall: Greekish girls, not Greekes, ye are; Come flie Home with our ships; leave this man here, to perish with his preys, And trie if we helpt him, or not: he wrong'd a man that weys Farre more then he himselfe in worth: he forc't from Thetis sonne And keepes his prise still: nor think I, that mightie man hath wonne The stile of wrathfull worthily; he's soft, he's too remisse, Thus he the peoples Pastor chid; but straight stood up to him On kings thus, though it serve thee well; nor think thou canst restraine, With that thy railing facultie, their wils in least degree, (2) SCENE II.-Enter CASSANDRA, raving.] Of this circumstance, we find no hint either in Chapman's Homer or in Chaucer; it was probably taken, as Steevens conjectured, from a passage in Lydgate's "Auncient Historie," &c. 1555: "This was the noise and the pyteous crye She gan to make aboute in every strete (3) SCENE III.-The death-tokens of it.] "Dr. Hodges, in his "Treatise on the Plague," says:-" 'Spots of a dark complexion, usually called tokens, and looked on as the pledges or forewarnings of death, are minute and distinct blasts, which have their original from within, and rise up with a little pyramidal protuberance, the pestilential poison chiefly collected at their bases, tainting the neighbouring parts, and reaching to the surface.' -REID. ACT III. (1) SCENE II.-So, so; 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.):—' "Here's your right ground; wag gently o'er this black : On this bowl's side; blow wind, 't is fairly thrown: He never better bowl'd; this never worse: To cheer the lads, and crown the conqu'ror's brow. That gives the ground, is Satan: and the bowls 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; (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! That I youre humble servaunt and your knyght As ye in myn, the whiche thing truly Me lever were than this worldis tweyne, And this: "Ye shal ek seen so many a lusti knyght, That ye shal dullen of the rudenesse Of us sely Troians, but if routhe Remorde you, or vertu of your trouthe." The bowls were formerly made of what was called Brazil wood. (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! And her declaration subsequently:- "And this, on every god celestial I swere it yow, and ek on ech goddesse, (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 in what forme, and yn what maner wise I come my self, in my proper persone, "Save of a doghter that I left, alas! I may her have, for that is douteles: O, help and grace! among all this pres, "Tellyng his tale alwey, this olde gray, So longe of mercy he gan hem byseke, |