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Agamemnon and the rest of the Greeks come forward.
Hect. The worthiest of them, tell me name by name;
Aga. Worthy of Arms; as welcome as to one
He&t. I thank thee, most Imperious Agamemnon. [To Troi.
Men. Let me confirm my Princely Brother's Greeting, You brace of warlike Brothers, welcome hither.
Heet. Whom must we answer?
Hect. O..--you my Lord.---by Mars his Gauntlet, thanks,
Men. Name her not now, Sir, she's a deadly Theme.
Nef. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
But by great Mars, the Captain of us all,
Æne. 'Tis the old Nestor.
Het. Let me embrace thee, good old Chronicle, That hast so long walk'd Hand in Hand with time: Most reverend Neftor, I am glad to clasp thea
Neft. I would my Arms could match thee in Contention, As they contend with thee in Courtefie.
Hect. I would they could,
Neft. Ha ? by this white Beard I'd fight with thee to Morrow. Well, welcome, welcome; I have seen the time...
Ulys. I wonder now how yonder City stands,
Helt. I know your favour, Lord Vlyses, well.
Ulys. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue,
Het. I must not believe you:
vlys. So to him we leave it.
Achil. I shall forestal thee, Lord Ulysses, thou:
Hext. Is this Achilles ?
Heat. Nay, I have done already.
Achil. Thou art too brief, I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb.
Het. O, like a Book of Sport thou'lt read me o'er : But there's more io me than thou understand'ft. Why dost thou so oppress me with thane Eye? Achil
. Tell me, you Heavens, in which part of his Body Shall I destroy himWhether there, or there, or there, That I may give the local Wound a name, And make distinct the very breach, where-out Hector's great Spirit few. Answer me, Heavens.
Helt. It would discredit the blest Gods, proud Man, To answer such a Question : Stand again, Think'st thou to catch my Life so pleasantly, Asto prenominate in nice Conje&ure, Where thou wilt hit me dead?
Achil. I tell thee, yea.
Heft. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so,
Ajax. Do not chafe thee, Cousin;
Heit. I pray you, let us see you in the field,
refus'd The Grecian's Cause.
Achil. Dost thou intreat me, Hector?
He&t. Thy Hand upon that match.
But by great Mars, :
£ne, 'Tis ther:
Hect. Let me em' That haft so long w. Most reverend Ne
Neft. I would r; As they contend w:
Helt. I would th:
Neft. Ha ? by t. Morrow. Well, u
Ulys. I wonder When we have hire.
Hext. I know y. Ah, Sir, there's me Since firft I saw yoni. In Ilion, on your :
Ulys. Sir, I for: My Prophesie is buz For yonder Wallst Yond Towers, who's Must kiss their ow:
Hect. I must 6 There they stand The fall of every 1 A drop of Grecia And that old con Will one Day end ;'
Ulys. So to him Most gentle, and a After the General, i To feast with me,
Achil. I shall fo: Now Hector, I hav. I have with exact And quoted joint
Hed. Is this d Achill. I am A., Heat. Stand fair, Achil. Behold i
Why, thou full dish of Fool, from Troy.
Why, his masculine Whore. Now the rotten Dis-
hou to Curse thus?
-. Why no, you ruinous Butt, you whoreson indimersill able Cur.
Ther. No? Why art thou then exasperate, thou idle im---vi» Skein of Ney'd Silk; thou green Sarcener flap for a ma Fve; thou Tassel of a Prodigal's Purse, thou ? Ah, ** The poor World is pestred with such Water-flies, dimi
ves of Nature. J'air, Out Gall!
i ner. Finch Egg! -- mm. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
om my great purpose in to morrow's Battel :
20 Oath that I have sworn. I will not break it,
[Exit. Ter. With too much Blood, and too little Brain, these two may run mad : But if with too much Brain, and too
til Blood, they do, I'll be a Curer of Mad-men. Here's -memnon, an honest Fellow enough, and one that loves Duals, but he has not so much Brain as Ear-wax; and the sind Transformation of Jupiter there his Brother, the Bull, e primitive Statue, and obligue Memorial of Cuckolds,