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To answer for his love: tell him from me,
Æne. Now heav'ns forbid such scarcity of youth!
Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain,
Neft. What is't?
Ulyf. This 'pis :
Neft. Well, and how now?
Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as Substance, (15)
And (15) The Purpose is perspicuous ev'n as Substance, Whofé Gronefs little Charafters fum up, And in the Publication make no Strain:] The modern Editors, 'tis plain, have lent each other very little Information upon this Passage : Tupads Tupaớ örngos, as the Proverb says; the Blind have led the Blind. As they have pointed the Passage, 'uis ftrange Stuff; and how they folva
And, in the publication, make no ftrain,
Ulyd. And wake him to the answer, think you?
Neft. Yes, 'tis most meet; whom may you else oppose, That can from Hector bring his honour off, If not Achilles ? though a sportful combat, Yet in this tryal much opinion dwells. For here the Trojans taste our dear’st Repute With their fin'st palate: and trust to me, Ulyfes, Our imputation shall be odly pois'd In this wild action. For the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of good or bad unto the general: And in such indexes, although small pricks To their subsequent volumes, there is seen The baby figure of the giant-mass Of things to come, at large. It is suppos’d, He, that meets Heator, issues from our Choice; And Choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Makes merit her election, and doth boil, As 'twere, from forth us all, a man distill'd. Out of our virtues; who miscarrying, What heart from hence receives the conqu’ring part, To steel a strong opinion to themselves ! Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments,
it to themselves, is past my Discovery. That little Characters, or Particles, sum up the Grossness of any Substance, I conceive: but how those Characters, or Particles, make no Strain in the Publication, seems a little harder than Algebrà. My Regulation of the Pointing brings us to clear Sense; “ The Aim and Purpose of this Duel is as visible as any gross “ Substance can be, compounded of many little Particles :" And having said thus, Ulysses goes on to another Observation ; “ And make no Diffi“ culty, no Doubt, when this Duel comes to be proclaim'd, but that « Achilles, dull as he is, will discover the Drift of it.” This is the Meaning of the last Line. So afterwards, in this Play, Uly/es fays,
I do not strain at the Position, i.e. I do not hesitate at, I make no Difficulty of it.
In no less working, than are swords and bows
Ulyd. Give pardon to my Speech ;
Neft. I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?
Ulys. What Glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Nést. Ulysses, now I relish thy advice,
Ther. Agamemnon--how if he had boiles-
full, all over, generally. [Talking to himjelf. Ajax. Thersites,
Ther. And those boiles did runsay so did not the General run? were not that a botchy core?
Ajax. Dog !
Ther. Then there would come some inatter from him: I see none now.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? feel then.
[Strikes him. Tber. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted lord !
Ajax. Speak then, you unwinnow?d'it (16) leaven, speak; I will beat thee into handsomness.
(16) Speak then, you unsalted Leaven, speak;} This is a Reading obtruded upon us by Mr. Pope, that has no Authority or Countenance from any of the Copies ; nor that approaches in any Degree to the Traces of the old Reading, you whinids Leaven. This, 'tis true, is corrupted and unintelligible ; but the Emendation, which I have coin'd out of it, gives us a Sense apt and consonant to what Ajax would say." Thou Lump “ of low'r Dough, kneaded up out of a Flower unpurg'd and unfifted, “ with all the Dross and Bran in it.”. Kent, in Lear, uses the same metaphorical Reproach to the cowardly Steward;
I will tread this unboulted Villain into Mortar. i.e. This Villain of so gross a Composition, that he was not fifted thro'
Ther, I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book : thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o’thy jade's tricks!
Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
me thus ?
Ajax. The proclamation
Ther. I would, thou didft itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsom'ft scab in Greece.
Ajax. I say, the proclamation
Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on A. chilles, and thou art as full of envy at his Greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's Beauty: I, that thou bark'st at him.
Ajax. Mistress Therfites!
Ther. He would pound thee into shivers with his fift, as a failor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whorfon cur !
[Beating bim Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch !
Ther. Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord ; thou haft no more brain than I have in my elbows: an Afinego may tútor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If thou
the boulting-Cloth, before he was work'd up into Leaven. So Pandarus. fays to Troilus in the first Scene of this Play.
Ay, the boulting ; but you must tarry the leavening. I cannot without Injustice pass over another Conjecture, propos’d by my ingenious Friend Mr. Warburton ;- - you windieft Leaven. An Epithet, as he says, not only admirably adapted to the Nature of Leaven, which is made only by Fermentation, but likewise moft justly applied to the loquacious Therfites. And, indeed, in several Counties of England, an idle Prater is call'd, a windy Fellow.