Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons. Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris. [Exeunt. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: now bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now, my doublehen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Exe. Paris and Menelaus. Baf. A baftard fon of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too, I love baftards. I am a baftard begot, baftard inftructed, baftard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one bear will not bite another (51), and wherefore fhould one baftard? take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judg ment: farewel, baftard. Baft. The devil take thee, coward. Enter Hector. Het. Moft putrified core, fo fair without!. Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life. [Exeunt. Now is my day's work done; I'll take my breath: (51) One bear will not bite another.] So, Juvenal fays more feriously : -fævis inter fe convenit urfis, Enter Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet [They fall upon Hector, and kill him. Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my Lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the earth; And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates. (52) My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. [Sound retreat. Shout. (52) And, tickler-like, the armies feparate ;] So Mr. Pope in both his editions; by which means, the comparison ftands thus ;"The armies separate of themselves, as fticklers feparate others." But with that editor's permiffion, we must call back the reading of the better copies; and then the fenfe will be this: "Night, stickler-> "like, puts an end to the engagement, and feparates the armies." I am apt to think, Mr. Pope did not know the word, or the office of the perfon intended by it. The French call these gentry, moyenneurs, arbitres, perfonnes interpofées. In this very play, Diomede and Æneas are fticklers to Ajax and Hector in their combat: feconds, to fee fair play, and arbitrate the duel. The word was familiar both to Ben. Johnfon and Beaumont and Fletcher. Who is drawn hither by report of your cartels, advanced in court, to prove his fortune with your prizer, fo he may have fair play fhewn him, and the liberty to chufe his tickler. Cynthia's Revels Lop. He keeps his fury ftill, and may do mischief, Spanish Curate. Enter Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the reft, marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that? Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles! Age. March patiently along: let one be fent If in his death the Gods have us befriended, Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horfe's tail Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft. Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba? Let him, that will a fcrietch owl ay be call'd, and, in a word, But march away, more to say. U Stay Stay yet, you vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains: [coward! Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you? Trai. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame [Strikes him. Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you let at work, and how ill requited? why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it- -let me fee. Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till be hath loft his honey and his fting; But being once fubdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths- Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; Some two months hence my will fhall here be made: [Exit. END of the SEVENTH VOLUME. |