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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-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 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,
Pity to be difcarded in War.
For love of all the gods
Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers;