Love shok off by a Sol.lier.

To every ticklish reader! set them down
Sweet, roule yourself; and the weak, ivanton For Nuttish spoils of opportunity,
Cupid

And daughters of the game.
Shall from your neck unloos: his am'rouis fold

The Character of Troilus. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

The youngest son of Priam, a true knight ; Be thook to air.

Not yet mature, yet matchleis; firm of word; Lovers parting in the Morning. Speaking in deeds, and deedlets in his tongue; Troil. O Cressida ! but that the buty day, Notfoon provok'd,nor, being provok’d, fooncalm d: Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the ribald crows, His heart and hand both open, and both free; And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shews; I would not from thce

Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Crell. Night hath been too brief.

Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath : Troil. Bethrew the witch! with venomouswights Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ; the stays,

For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes As tediously as hell ; but flies the grasps of love To tender objects ; but he, in heat of action, With wings more momentary swift than thought. Is more vindicative than jealous love. Lovers Farewel.

Hector in Battle. Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Crams his rich thicvery up, he knows not how : Labouring for deftiny, make cruel way As inany farewels as be stars in heaven, Thro' ranks of Greekilh youths: and I have feen With diftin&t breath and confign’d killes to them, thee, He fumbles up into a loole adieu ;

As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, And scants us with a fing'e famish'd kiss, Despising many forfeits and subduements, Diftarted with the falt of broken tears.

When thou hast hungthy advanced sword i'the air, Troilus's Character of the Grecian Youths Not letting it decline on the declinod;

The Grecial youths are full of quality, That I have said to fome my standers-by, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of na- " Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life !" ture Howing,

And I have seen thee pause, and take thy brea:h, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise ; When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in, How novelty may move, and parts with person, Like an Olympian wrestling. Alas! a kind of godly jealouiy

Acbilles surveying Hestor. (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) Telline, you heavens, in which part of his body Makes me afcard.

Shall I destroy him whether there, there, there; A Trumpeter.

That I may give the local wound a name; Now crack thy lungs, and Iplit thy brazen pipe: And make diftinct the very breach, whereout Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Hector's great fpirit flew. Anfier me, heavens ! Out-swell the colic of puft Aquilon: Çome, stretchthy chest, and let thyeyes pour blood;

Honour more dear than Life.

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; Thou blow'st for Hector.

Life every man holds dear; but the brave man Diomedes's Manner of walling.

Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his

Pity to be discarded in War.' In aspiration lifts him froin the earth.

For the love of all the gods

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; Description of Crofi.da. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords!

And when we have our armours buckled on, Nay, her foot ipeaks; her wanton fpirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.

Raj Vows. Othere encounterers, so glib of tongue,

The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; That give a coafting welcome ere it comes, They are polluted cfferings, more abhorr'd And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts Than spotted livcrs in the facriñce.

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§ 37. Sebastian and Dorax. DRYDEN And hurried me from hopes of heaven to hell. Re-enter Durax, having taken off his Turban, When I shall rise to plead before the saints,

All thele, and all my yet unfinith'd crimes, and put on an European Habit.

I charge on thee to make thy damning sure. Dor. NOW do you know me?

Seb. Thy old presumptuous arrogance again, Seb. Thou shouldnt be Alonzo. That bred my first dillike, and then my loathing Dor. So you should be Sebastian;

Once more be warn'd, and know me for thy king. But when Sebastian coas'd to be himself,

Dor. Toowell I know thec, but for king no more: I ceas'd to be Alonzo,

This is not Lisbon, nor the circle this Seb. As in a dream

Where like a statue thou hast stood besieg'd I see thee here, and scarce believe mine eyes. By fycophants, and fools, the growth of courts ;

Dor. Is it so strange to find me where my wrongs, Where thy gull’d eyes in all the gaudy round And your inhuman tyranny, have sent me? Met nothing but a lye in every face ; Think not you dream: or, if you did, my mjuries And the gross Aattery of a gaping crowd,

a Shall call so loud, that lethargy should wake; Envious who first should catch and first applaud And death should give you back to answer me. The stuff or royal nonsense : when I spoke, A thousand nights have bruth'd their balmy wings My honest homely words were carp dand cenfur’d, Over these eyes; but ever when they clos'd, For want of courtly style : related actions, Your tyrant image forc'd them ope again, Though modestly reported, pals d for boasts: And dried the dews they brought.

Secure of merit, if I ask'd reward, The long-expected hour is come at length, Thy hungry minions thought their rights invaded, By manly vengeance to redeem my famo: And the bread snatch'd from pimps and parasites. And, that once clear'd, eternal Necp is welcome. Henriquez answered, with a ready lye,

Seb. I have not yet forgot I am a king, To save his king's, the boon was begg'd before. Whose royal office is redress of wrongs :

Seb. What fay's thou of Henriquez? Now by If I have wrong'd thee, charge me face to face;

Heaven I have not yet forgot I am a soldier.

Thou mov'st me more by barely naming him, Dor. 'Tis the firit justice thou hastever done me; | Than all thy foul unmanner'd fcurril taunts. Then, tho I loathe this woman's war of tongue, Dor. And therefore 'twas to gall thee, that I Yet shall my cause of vengeance first be clear:

nam'd him, And, Honour, be thou judge.

That thing, that nothing but a cringe and smile; Seb. Honour befriend us both.

That woman, but more daub'd; or, if a man,
Beware, I warn thee yet to tell thy griefs Corrupted to a woman ; thy man-mistress.
In terms becoming majesty to hear:

Seb. All false as hell, or thou.
I warn thee thus, because I know thy temper Dor. Yes ; full as false
Is infolent and haughty to superiors :

As that I serv'd thee fifteen hard campaigns, How often halt thou brav'd my peaceful court, And pitch'd thy standard in those foreign fields: Fillid it with noisy brawls, and windy boasts ; By me thy greatness grew, thy years grew with it. And with past service, nauscously repeated, But thy ingratitude outgrew them both. Reproach'd even me, thy prince !

Seb. I fee to what thou tend'ft; but tell me first, Dor. And well I might, ivhenyou forgot reward, If those great acts were done alone for me ; The part of Heaven in kings : for punishment If love produc'd not fome, and pride the rest? Is hangman's work, and drudgery for devils. Dor. Why, love does all that's noble here below: I must and will reproach thee with my fervice, But all th' advantage of that love was thine: Tyrant (it irks me fo to call my prince), For, coming fraughted back, in cither hand But just resentment and hard ufage coin'd With palm and olive, victory and peace, Th’unwilling word; and, grating as it is, I was indeed prepard to ask my own Take it, for 'tis thy due.

(For Violante's vows were mine before): Seb. Ilow, tyrant !

Thy malice had prevention, ere I spoke; Dor. Tvrant !

And ask'd me Violante for Henriquez. Seb. Traitor! that name thou canst not echoback: Seb. I meant thee a reward of greater worth. That robe of infamy, that circumcision

Dor. Where justice wanted, could reward be Ill hid beneath that robe, proclaim thee traitor :

hop'd And, if a name

Could the robu'd passenger expect a bounty More foul than traitor be, 'tis renegade. [rant, From those rapacious hands whoitripp'd him fort?

Dor. If I'm a traitor, think, and blush, thou ty- Seb. He had my promise, ere I know thy love. Whole injuries betray'd me into treaton,

Dor. My services deserv'd thou thouldft reEfac'd my loyalty, unhing'd my faith,

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Seh. Thy infolence had cancell'd all thy service; Now draw; I should be loath to think thoudar’t not:
To violate my laws, even in my court,

Beware of such another vilc excule.
Sacred to peace, and tafe from all affronts; Seb. O, patience, Heaven !
Even to my face, and done in my despite,

Dor. Beware of patience too ;
Under the wing of awful majesty,

That's a suspicious word : it had been
To strike the man I lov'd!

proper:

Before thy foot had spurn'd me; now 'tis bale :
Dor. Ev’n in the face of heaven, a place more Yet, to disarm thee of thy last defence,
sacred,

I have thy oath for my security :
Would I have struck the man, who, prompt by The only boon I begg'd was this fair combat :
pow'r,

Fight or be perjur'd now; that's all thy choice.
Would seize my right, and rob me of my

love:

Seb. Now can I thank thee as thou wouldi
But, for a blow provok'd by thy injustice,

be thank'd:

[Drawwing.
The bafty product of a just detpair,

Never was vow of honour better paid,
When he refus'd to meet me in the field, If my true sword but hold, than this shall be.
Thatthou shouldt make a coward's cause thy own! The spriglıtly bridegroom on his wedding-right
Seb. He durft: nay, more, defir'd and begg'a More gladly enters not the lists of love.
with tears

Why 'tis enjoyment to be summon'd thus.
To meet thy challenge fairly: 'twas thy fault Go; bear my message to Henriquez' ghost,
To make it public; but my duty then

And say his master and friend reveng'd him.
To interpose, on pain of my displeasure,

Dor. His ghost! then is my hated rival deal!
Betwixt your swords.

Seb. The question is beside our present purpose.
Dor. On pain of infamy

Thou seest me ready; we delay too long.
He should have disobey'd.

Dor. A minute is not much in cither's life,
Seb. The indignity thou did it was mcant to me: When there's but one betwixt us ; throw it in,
Thy glogmy eyes were cast on me with ícorn, And give it him of us who is to fall.
As who should fav, the blow was there intended; Seb. He's dead: make hafte, and thou may
But that thou didst not dare to lift thv hands

yet o'ertake him.
Against anointed power : so was I forc'd Der. When I was hatty, thou delay'itme longer.
To do a sovereign justice to mytelt,

I pr’ythee let me hedge one moment inore
And 1purn thee from my presence.

Into thy promile: for thy life preserv'd,
Dor. Thou haft dar'd

Be kind; and tell me how that rival die!,
To tell me, what I durft not tcll myself:

Whose death next thine I wild.

(know:
I durit not think that I was fpurn d, and live; Seb. If it would pleafe thee, thou shouldīt never
And live to hear it boasted to my face;

But thou, like jealousy, enquirit a truth,
All my long avarice of honour loft,

Which found will torture thee: he died in fight;
Heap'd up in youth, and hoarded

up

fur Fought next iny person, as in concert fought;
Has Honour's fountain then luck'd back the stream Kept pace for pace, and bləw for every blow;
He has; and hooting boys may dryshod pals, Save i hen he heav'd his thicld in my defence,
And gather pebbles from the naked ford. And on his naked fide receiv'd my wound:
Give me my love, my honour; give them back : Thien, when he could no more, he fell at once,
Give nie revenge while I have breath to ask it. But roll'd his falling body cross their way,

Seb. Now by this honour'd order which I wear, And made a bulwark of it for his prince.
More gladly would I give than thou dar'lt ask it : Dor. I never can forgive him lúch a death!
Nor Thall the sacred character of king

Seb. I prophefied thy proud foul could not
Be urg'd to thield ine from thy bold appeal.

bear it.
If I have injur'd thee, that makes us equal : Now judge thyself who best deserv'd my love.
The wrong, if done, debas'd me down to thee.

I knew you both; and (durst I lay:) as Ileaven
But thou haft charg'd me with ingratitude ; Forek new among the thining angel hoft
Haft thou not charg'd me? Speak.

Who should stard firm, who fall.
Dor. Thou know'st I have :

Dor. Had he been tempted to, so had he fallon;
If thou disown'st that imputation, draw, And so, had I been favour'd, had I ftood.
And prove iny charge a lye.

Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, ap-
Sell

. No; to disprove that lye I must not draw: Confefs be justly was preferr'd to thee. [pears:
Be conscious to thy worth, and tell thy foul Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent stars,
What thou hast done this day in my defence: My fortune had been his, and his been mine.
To tight thee after this, what were it elle (), worse than hell! what glory have I loft,
Than owning that ingratitude thou urg'it? And what has he acquir'd by such a death!
That ifthmus stands between two rushing feas; I should have fallen by Sebastian's side,
Which mounting view each other from afar, My corpse had been the bulwark of my king:
And strive in vain to meet.

His glorious end was a patch'd work of fate,
Dor. I'll cut that isthmus :

Il sorteu with a soft effeminate life :
Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy life, It suited better with my life than his
But to reprieve it, for my own revenge.

So to have died: mine had been of a piece,
I fav'd thce out of honourable malice :

Speat in your service, dying at your fect.

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Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life, Dor. What, my Alonzo, said you? my Alonzo!
The more his fame, to struggle to the field, Let my fears thank you, for I cannot ipeak;
And meet his glorious fate: confess, proud spirit, And ic I could,

(mine.
(For I will have it from thy very mouth) Words were not made to vent such thoughts as
That better he deserv'd my love than thou. Seb. Thou canst not speak, and I can ne'er be
Dor. O, whither wouldst thou drive me: I must

silent.
grant,

Some strange reverse of fate must sure attend
Yes, I must grant, but with a swelling soul, This vast profusion, this extravagance
Henriquez had your love with more delert: Of Heaven to bless me thus. 'Tis gold so pure,
For you he fought and died; I fought against you; It cannot bear the stamp without allay.
Through all the mazes of the bloody field Be kind, ye pow'rs, and take but half away :
Hunted your

facred life; which that I miss'd With ease the gifts of fortune I resign ;
Was the propitious error of my fate,

But let my love, and friend, be ever mine.
Not of my soul; my soul's a regicide.
Seb. Thou might't have given it a more gentle

§ 38. Antony and Ventidius. DRYDEN.
Thou mean'st to kill a tyrant, not a king. Ant. THEY tell me 'tis my birth-day; and I'll
Speak, didtt thou not, Alonzo ?

keep it
Dor. Can I speak ?

With double pomp of sadness.
Alas, I cannot ansiver to Alonzo :

'Tis what the day deserves which gave me breath.
No, Dorax cannot answer to Alonzo:

Why was I rais’d the meteor of the world,
Alonzo was too kind a name for me.

Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travellid,
Then, when Ifought and conquer'd with your arms, Till all my fires were spent, and then cast down-
In that blest age I was the man you namd: To be trod out by Cæfar?

(wards
Till

rage and pride debas'd me into Dorax ; Vent. [ Afde] On my soul And loft, like Lucifer, my name above.

'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!
Seb. Yet twice this day I ow'd my life to Dorax.

Ant. Count thy gains ;
Dor. I fav’d you but to kill you: there's my grief. Now, Antony, wouldet thou be born for this ?
Seb. Nay, if thou canst be griev'd, thou canst Glutton of fortune, thy devouring youth

Has starv'd thy wanting age.
repent :
Thou couldit not be a villain, tho'thou wouldit : Vent. [Afide] How forrow shakes him!
Thou own'st too much, in owning thou hast errd; So now the tempelt tears him up by th' roots,
And I too little, who provok'd thy crime. And on the ground extends the noble ruin.
Dor. O, fop this headlong torrent of your good-

Ant. [Haring thrown himself down.]
It comes too fast upon a feeble foul, (neis;

Lie there, thou thadow of an emperor ;
Half-drown’d in tears before ; fpare my confusion, The place thou presseft on thy mother earth
For pity Ipare, and fay not, firit you err'd. Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee;
For yet I have not dar'd, through guilt and shame, Some few days hence, and then 'will be too large,
To throw myself beneath your royal feet.

When thou're contracted in thy narrow urn,
Now spurn this rebel, this proud renegade ;

Shrunk to a few cold afhcs: then Octavia,
'Tis just you should, nor wili I more complain. (For Cleopatra will not live to tee it)
Seb. Indecd trou Shouldīt not ask forgiveness octavia then will have thee all her own,
first,

And bear thee in her widow'd hand to Cæfar.
But thou prevent'st me still in all that's noble. Cæfar will weep, the crocodile will wecp,
Yes, I will raise thee up with better news:

To see his rival of the universe
Thy Violante's heart was ever thine;

Lie ftill and peacefulthere. I'll think no moreon't.
Compell'd to wed, because she was my ward, Give me tome music; look that it be fad,
Her soul was absent when the gave her hand : I'll focthe my melancholy, till I tivell
Nor could my thrcats, or his pursuing courtship, And burst myself with tighing-
Effect the confummation of his love :

'Tis somewhat tu my humour. Stay, I fancy
So ftill indulging tears, the pines for thee,

I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature;
A widow and a maid.

[bless’d me! Of all forsaken, and forsaking all;
Dor. Have I been curling Heaven, while Heaven Live in a fhady forest's fylvan scene,
I shall run mad with ecstaly of joy:

Stretch'd at my length heneath fome blasted oak,
What, in one moment to be reconcil'd

I lean my head upon the moily bark,
To Heaven, and to my king, and to my

love! And look just of a piece, as I grew from it :
But pity is my friend, and itops me short, My uncomb'd locki, matted like mitletoe,
For my unhappy rival. Poor Henriquez! Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brcok
Seb. Art thou so generous too, to pity him?

Runs at my foot-
Nay, then I was unjust to love him better. Vent. Methinks, I fancy
Hore let me ever hold thce in my arins ;

Myself there too.
And all our quarrels be but such as these,

Ant. The herd come jumping by me,
Who shall love best, and cloret Thall embrace : and fearless quench their thirst while I look on,
Be what Henriqucz was be my Alonzo. And take me for their fellow-citizen.

Mare

More of this image, more ; it lulls my thoughts. Ant. I'll help thee--I have been a man, Venti.
Vent, I must dilturbhim ; I can hold no longer.
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Vent. Yes and a brave one : but [dius.

[Stands before him. Ant. I know thy meaning. Ant. [Staring up.] Art thou Ventidius ? But I have lost my reason, have disgrac'd Vent. Are you Antony ?

The name of soldier, with inglorious cafe. I'm liker what I was, than you to him

In the full vintage of my flowing honours
I left

you
laft.

Sate ftill, and saw it prest by other hands.
Ant. I'm angry.

Fortune came smiling to my youth, and woo'd it, Vent. So am I.

And purple greatness met my ripen'd years. Ant. I would be private : leave me.

When first I came to empire, I was borne Vent. Sir, I love you,

On tides of people, crowding to my triumphs; And therefore will not leave you.

The wilh of nations, and the willing world Ant. Will not leave me?

Receiv'd me as its pledge of future peace.
Where have you learnt that answer? Who am I? I was so great, so happy, so belov'd,

Vent. My emperor ; the man I love next Heaven. Fate could not ruin me ; till I took pains,
If I said more, I think ’twere scarce a sin: And work'd against my fortune, chid her from me,
You're all that's good and godlike.

And turn’d her loose : yet still the came again.
Ant. All that's wretched.

My careless days, and my luxurious nights,' You will not leave me then?

At length have wearied her, and now she's gone; Vent. 'Twas too presuming

Gone, gone, divorc'd for ever! Help me, soldier,
To say I would not: but I dare not leave you ; To curse this madman, this industrious fool,
And 'tis unkind in you to chide me hence Who labour'd to be wretched. Pr’ythee curse me.
So scon, when I so far have come to see you. Vent. No.

Ant. Now thou hart scen me, art thou satisfied ? Ant. Why?
For, if a friend, thou hast beheld enough; Vent. You are too sensible already
And, if a foe, too much.

Of what you've done, too conscious of your failings;
Vent. Look, emperor, this is no common dew, And like a scorpion, whipt by others first
I have not wept these forty years; but now To fury, sting yourself in mad revenge.
My mother comes afresh into my eyes; I would bring balm, and pour it in your wounds,
I cannot help her foftness, [he weeps ! Cure your diitemper'd mind, and heal your for-
Ant. By Heaven he weeps, poor good old man ! Ant. I know thou wouldit.

(tunci.
The big round drops course one another down Vent. I will.
The furrows of his checks. Stop 'em Ventidius, Ant. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Or shall I blush to death ; they set my shame,

Vent. You laugh.
That caus'd 'ein, full before me.

Ant. I do, to fee officious love
Vent. I'll do

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[friends ; Give cordials to the dead.
Ant. Sure there's contagion in the tears of Vent. You would be lost then?
See, I have caught it too. Believe me, 'tis not Ant. I am.
For my own griefs, but thine-nay, father Vent. I say you are not. Try your fortune.
Vent. Emperor !

Ant. I have to th' utmost. Doft thou think me
Ant. Emperor! why that's the style of victory.

defperate The conq’ring soldier, red with unfelt wounds, Without just caufe ? No, when I found all loft Salutes his general lo : but never more

Beyond repair, I hid me from the world, Shall that found reach my ears.

And learnt to scorn it here ; which now I do Vent. I warrant you.

So heartily, I think it is not worth Ant. Actium, Actium! 0

The cost of keeping:
Vent. It fits too near you.

Vent. Cæfar thinks not so:
Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day; He'll thank you for the gift he could not take.
And in my short, distracted, nightly llumbers, You would be kill'd like Tully, would you? Do
The hag that rides my dreams.

Hold out your throat to Cæfar, and die tamely.
Vent. Out with it; give it vent.

Ant. No, I can kill myself; and so resulve. Ant. Urge not my thame

Vent. I can die with you too, when time thall I lost a battle,

But fortune calls upon us now to live, [terve:
Vent. So has Julius done. [thou think’ft ; To fight, to conquer.

Ant. Thou favour'st me, and speak'st not half Ant. Sure thou dream'ft, Ventidius.
For Julius fought it out, and lost it fairly: Vent. No, 'tis you dream; you sleep away your
But Antony--

In defperate floth, mifcalled philosophy. · Vent. Nav, stop not.

Up, up, for honour's take; twelve legions wait you, Ant. Aniony

And long to call you chief. By painful journeys (Well, thou wilt have it)-like a coward fled, I led 'em, patient both of meat and hunger, Fied while his foldiers fought; fied firít, Ventidius. Down from the Parthian marches to the Nile. Theu long ft to curfe me, and I give the leave. 'Twill do you good to fee their sun-burnt faces, I know thou cam ft prepard to rail.

Their scarr'd cheeks, and chope hands; there's Vent. I did.

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