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Love shok off by a Sol.lier.
To every ticklish reader! set them down
And daughters of the game.
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.
§ 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,
Seb. All false as hell, or thou.
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:
Beware of such another vilc excule.
Dor. Beware of patience too ;
That's a suspicious word : it had been
Before thy foot had spurn'd me; now 'tis bale :
I have thy oath for my security :
Fight or be perjur'd now; that's all thy choice.
Seb. Now can I thank thee as thou wouldi
Never was vow of honour better paid,
Why 'tis enjoyment to be summon'd thus.
And say his master and friend reveng'd him.
Dor. His ghost! then is my hated rival deal!
Seb. The question is beside our present purpose.
Thou seest me ready; we delay too long.
Dor. A minute is not much in cither's life,
yet o'ertake him.
I pr’ythee let me hedge one moment inore
Into thy promile: for thy life preserv'd,
Be kind; and tell me how that rival die!,
Whose death next thine I wild.
But thou, like jealousy, enquirit a truth,
Which found will torture thee: he died in fight;
fur Fought next iny person, as in concert fought;
Seb. Now by this honour'd order which I wear, And made a bulwark of it for his prince.
Seb. I prophefied thy proud foul could not
I knew you both; and (durst I lay:) as Ileaven
Who should stard firm, who fall.
Dor. Had he been tempted to, so had he fallon;
Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, ap-
. No; to disprove that lye I must not draw: Confefs be justly was preferr'd to thee. [pears:
His glorious end was a patch'd work of fate,
Il sorteu with a soft effeminate life :
So to have died: mine had been of a piece,
Speat in your service, dying at your fect.
Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life, Dor. What, my Alonzo, said you? my Alonzo!
Some strange reverse of fate must sure attend
facred life; which that I miss'd With ease the gifts of fortune I resign ;
But let my love, and friend, be ever mine.
§ 38. Antony and Ventidius. DRYDEN.
With double pomp of sadness.
'Tis what the day deserves which gave me breath.
Why was I rais’d the meteor of the world,
Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travellid,
rage and pride debas'd me into Dorax ; Vent. [ Afde] On my soul And loft, like Lucifer, my name above.
'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!
Ant. Count thy gains ;
Has starv'd thy wanting age.
Ant. [Haring thrown himself down.]
Lie there, thou thadow of an emperor ;
When thou're contracted in thy narrow urn,
Shrunk to a few cold afhcs: then Octavia,
And bear thee in her widow'd hand to Cæfar.
To see his rival of the universe
Lie ftill and peacefulthere. I'll think no moreon't.
'Tis somewhat tu my humour. Stay, I fancy
I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature;
[bless’d me! Of all forsaken, and forsaking all;
Stretch'd at my length heneath fome blasted oak,
I lean my head upon the moily bark,
love! And look just of a piece, as I grew from it :
Runs at my foot-
Myself there too.
Ant. The herd come jumping by me,
More of this image, more ; it lulls my thoughts. Ant. I'll help thee--I have been a man, Venti.
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
Sate ftill, and saw it prest by other hands.
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.
Vent. My emperor ; the man I love next Heaven. Fate could not ruin me ; till I took pains,
And turn’d her loose : yet still the came again.
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,
Ant. Now thou hart scen me, art thou satisfied ? Ant. Why?
Of what you've done, too conscious of your failings;
Vent. You laugh.
Ant. I do, to fee officious love
[friends ; Give cordials to the dead.
Ant. I have to th' utmost. Doft thou think me
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. Cæfar thinks not so:
Hold out your throat to Cæfar, and die tamely.
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:
Ant. Thou favour'st me, and speak'st not half Ant. Sure thou dream'ft, Ventidius.
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.
virtue in 'ein :