Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee-that this day is ominous, Therefore, come back.

Hect. Æneas is a-field; And I do stand engaged to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valor, to appear This morning to them.

Pri.

But thou shalt not go. Hect. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Le me not shame respect; but give me leave To take that course by your consent and voice, Which you do nere forbid me, royal Priam. Cus. Priam, yield not to him. And. Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Makes all these bodements. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look,how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! How poor Andromache shrills her dolors forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet, And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector. Tro. Away!-Away!

Cas. Farewell. Yet soft:-Hector, I take my leave;

Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim; Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight: Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!

[Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR.

Alarums.

Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,believe. I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. AS TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

*Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Tro. What now?

Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.

Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she there? Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart; [Tearing the Letter. The effect doth operate another way.Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edities another with her deeds.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy, doting, foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremaster villain with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals,—that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox Ulysses, -is not proved worth a blackberry:-They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion, Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.— There is a thousand Hectors in the field; Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls4 Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

Ulyss. O, courage,courage,princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come
to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arin'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX.
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit
Dio.
Ay, there, there.
Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Enter ACHIlles.

Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face: Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt.

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans.

As TROILUS

going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and sha me Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work,and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed what verse for it? what instance for it ?Let me see:

• Ignominy

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.5

As many as be here of panders' hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

[Erit Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with embleme and mottoes.

world?

Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Poet.
Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! All these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord!
Jew.
Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,' as
it were,

To an untirable and continuate2 goodness:
He passes.3

Jew. I have a jewel here.

Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? Jew If he will touch the estimate; But, for thatPoet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile,

It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.
Mer.
"Tis a good form.
[Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you.
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de-
dication

To the great lord.
Poet.
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i' the flint
Snows not till it be struck; our gentle flame

laured by constant practice.

2 Continual. i.e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes you
book forth?

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.
Let's see your piece.
Pain.
"Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
Pain. Indifferent.

Poet.
Admirable: How this grace
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; Is't good?
Poet.
I'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strifes
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!
Poet. The senators of Athens: Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.

I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly,6 but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet.
I'll unbolt to you
You see how all conditions, how all minds,

As soon as my book has been presented to Timon.
i.e. The contest of art with nature.

• My design does not stop at any particular character