ACT IV. SCENE II. Lovers parting in the Morning. Troil. (6) O Creffida! but that the bufy day, Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Crefs. Befhrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, Tedious as hell; but flies the grafps of love, Injurious time, now with a robber's hafte, Troilus's Character of the Grecian Youths. The Grecian youths are full of fubtle qualities, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature Flowing, and fwelling o'er with arts and exercife; How novelties may move, and parts with perfon Alas!-a kind of godly jealoufy (Which, I beseech you call a virtuous fin) Makes me afraid. SCENE VIII. A Trumpeter. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe; Blow, villain, till thy fphered-bias cheek (6) Troi!, &c.] See Romeo and Juliet, p. 212. Out Out-fwell the cholick of puft Aquilon: Diomede's Manner of walking. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gate He rifes on his toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Defcription of Creffida. (7) There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip: Nay her foot fpeaks; her wanton spirits look out The Character of Troilus.. The youngest fon of Priam, a true knight; Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedlefs in his tongue; (7) There's, &c.] Nothing can exceed this defcription of a war ton woman. Richard (in the Beginning of Richard the Third) fpeaking of Jane Shore, says, We fay that Shores wife hath a pretty foot, But in Isaiah there is a defcription, of the wanton daughters of Zion, which is peculiarly beautiful. "Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with ftretch'd-forth necks, and wanton eyes, walking,, and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet, &c. See Chap. iii. Ver. 16. Not Not foon provok'd, nor being provok'd, foon calm'a SCENE IX. Hector in Battle. I have, thou gallant Trojan, feen thee oft, As hot as Perfeus, fpurthy Phrygian steed, That I have faid unto my standers-by, And I have feen thee pause and take thy breath, ACT V. SCENE VI. Honour more dear than Life. (8) Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; Life every man holds dear, but the brave man Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. (8) Mine Honour, &c.] See the firft paffage in Julius Cæfar, and the note, Pite |