Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; That what he will he does; and does so much, Enter ULYSSES. Llyss. Oh! courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Raring for Troilus; who hath done to-day such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter AJAX. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Where is this Hector? Be happy, that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Hect. Fare thee well: [Exit. I would have been much more a fresher man, Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? No wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; Why, then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. SCENE VII.-The same. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: And when I have the bloody Hector found, Come, come, thou boy-queller, § show thy face; " SCENE VIII.-The same. [Exeunt. Enter MENAELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hec-at it: Now, buil! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now [Exeunt. my double-henned sparrow ! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard gitimate. One bear will not bite another, and in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illewherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Another part of the field. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, [Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, I seek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. [A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads And, stickler like, the armies separates. Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.- SCENE X.-The same. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector -The gods forbid ! tail, Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy ! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: Exeunt ENEAS and TROJANS. AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the other Pan. But hear you, hear you! Pursue thy life, and live aye § with thy name Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the NES-Poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the peformance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within] Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Achilles. is-Hector's slain and by see : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, As many as be here of Pander's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this,- + Pitched. [Exit. • Ever. t Ignominy. 4Ever. Canvas hangings for rooms painted with emblems and mottos. TIMON OF ATHENS. LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THIS play, which contains many perplexed, obscure, and corrupt passages, was written about the year 1610, and was probably suggested by a passage in Plutarch's Life of Antony, wherein the latter professes to imitate the conduct of Timon, by retiring to the woods, and inveighing against the ingratitude of his friends. The finding of hidden gold, (see Act IV.) was an incident borrowed from a MS. play, apparently transcribed about the year 1600, and at one time in the possession of Mr. Strutt the antiquary. A building yet remains near Athens, exiled Timon's Tower. Phrynia, one of the courtezans whom Timon reviles so outrageously, was that exquisitely beautiful Phrine, who, when the Athenian Judges were about to condemn her for enormous offences, by the sight of her bosom disarmed the court of its severity, and secured her life from the sentence of the law. Alcibiades, known as a hero who, to the principles of a debauchee added the sagacity of a statesman, the iutrepidity of a general, and the humanity of a philosopher, is reduced to comparative insignificance in the present production. Its relative merits, as to action and construction, are succinctly pointed out by Johnson. He describes it as "a domestic tragedy, which strongly fastens on the attention of the reader. In the plau there is not much art; but the incidents are natural, and the characters various and exact. The catastrophe affords a very powerful warning against the ostentatious liberality, which scatters bounty, but confers no benefits, and buys flattery but not friendship." Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Pet. Ay, that's well known: But what particular rarity? what strange, har manfeld record not matches? See, pe of bounty! all these spirits thy power conjar'd to attend. I know the merchant. Fr. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Mer. Ob is a worthy lord. Jr. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,• as it were, T: an antirable and continuate goodness: bir passes. Jes. I bave a jewel here. Mer. O pray let's see't: For the lord Timon Jew. If he would touch the estimate: But, for Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse [Looking at the Jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in some work, some dedication Pain. Indifferent. Poet. Admirable: How this grace Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Poet. I'll say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife. Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Enter certain SENATORS, and pass over. Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men! Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, With amplest entertainment: My free drift Pain. How shall I understand you? You see how all conditions, how all minds, ance All sorts of hearts; yea, foom the glass-fac'd flatterer § To Apemantus, that few things loves better Pain. I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Pain. 'Tis conceiv'd to scope. Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on: Pain. Ay, marry, what of these? Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change Not one accompanying his declining foot. A thousand moral paintings I can show • The contest of art with nature. + My poem does not allude to any particular character. ↑ Explan. That shall demonstrate these quick blows of for- More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Trumpets sound. Enter TIMON, attended; the Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord: five talents is His means most short, his creditors most strait : To those have shut him up; which failing to Tim. Noble Ventidius! Well; By night frequents my house. I am a man Tim. Well; what further? Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin On whom I may confer what I have got : Tim. The man is honest. Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon: Tim. Does she love him? Old Ath. She is young, and apt: Tim. [To LUCILIUS.] Love you the maid ↑ Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be I call the gods to witness, I will choose Tim. How shall she be endow'd, If she be mated with an equal husband? Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me To build his fortune, I will strain a little, the looks of his patron. ditions of life. To advance their con Whisperings of offiotous servility. Inhale. • Inferior spectators. Aches contract and starve your supple joints !- Alcib. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I [feed Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time 7. That's a deed thou'lt die for. T. How Ukest thou this picture, Apemantus? Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? Apem. Thy mother's of my generation : What's the, if I be a dog? Tim. Witt dine with me, Apemantus ? • What they profess to be. ↑ Draw out the whole mass of my fortunes. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus? 1 Lord. That time serves still. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast. 2 Lord. Fare thee well, fare thee well. Alluding to the proverb plain-dealing is a jewel, but they who use it beggars. |