& thee well. Welcome, good friends.

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h Oh old friend,

i why, thy face is valanc'd fince I faw thee laft: Com'ft. thou to beard me in Denmark? What! my young lady and miftrefs? By 'r lady, your ladyfhip is nearer to heaven than when I faw you laft by the altitude of an chapin.. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not crack'd within the ring. ---Mafters, you are all welcome; we'll e'en to 't like friendly falconers, fly at any thing we fee; we'll have a speech ftraight. Come, give us a taste of your quality; come, a paffionate speech.

remember, pleafed not the million; 'twas caviary to the general; but it was (as I received it, and others whofe 'judgments in fuch matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play, well digefted in the scenes, fet down with as much modefty as cunning. I remember, one faid, there ' was no falt in the lines, to make the matter favoury; nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection; " but call'd it, an honeft method, as wholesome as fweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. fpeech in it I chiefly lov'd; and thereabout of it efpecially,

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W

x One

'twas Æneas' tale to Dido;

where he speaks of Priam's flaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line, let me see, let me see ---The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast,--- It is not fo;--- It begins with Pyrrhus. The rugged Pyrrhus, he, whofe fable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble, When he lay couched in the ominous horfe

9 Caviary or Caveer, a fort of eatable made of the rees of several sorts of fish pickled; but especially of the spawn of fturgeons taken in the river Volga in Mufery, which in colour and substance looks much like green foap. Bayley's Dict. The fo's, 2d, 3d and 4th, read, Cautary; R. P. T. H. and W, Caviar; J. and C, Caviare.

So the qu's and C. the reft, judgment. s The qu's read were no fallets; the fo's and R. was no fallets. P. corrects it, was no falt; followed by the rest.

t The fo's and H. read affectation.

tb'ominous,

omyneus; 2d and 3d qu's,

Hath now his dread and black complexion fincar'd

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With heraldry more difmal; head to foot

Now is he total gules, horridly trick'd

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fons,

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Bak'd and empafted with the parching 'ftreets,

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light

n To their lord's murther: roafted in wrath and fire, And thus o'er-fized with coagulate gore,

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus

Old grandfire Priam seeks. --- So proceed you.

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well-spoken, with good accent and good difcretion.

1 Play. Anon he finds him,

Striking too short at Greeks. his antique fword,

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Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,

Th' unnerved father falls.

Then fenfelefs Ilium,

Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his bafe; and with a hideous crash
Takes prifoner Pyrrhus' ear: for lo! his fword,
Which was declining on the milky head

Of reverend Priam, feem'd i' th' air to ftick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;

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And, like a neutral to his will and matter, Did nothing.

But as we often fee, against some storm,

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A filence in the heav'ns, the rack ftand ftill,

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The bold winds fpeechlefs, and the orb below
As hufh as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region: fo after Pyrrhus' pause,
A roufed vengeance fets him new a-work,
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall

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On Mars his armour, forg'd for proof eterne, With less remorfe than Pyrrhus' bleeding fword Now falls on Priam.

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Pol. This is too long.

Ham. It fhall to the barber's with your beard. Pr'ythee fay on; he's for a jigg, or a tale of bawdry, or he fleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba..

1 Play. But who, ah woe! had feen the 1 mobled

Pol. That's good; mohled queen, is good.

queen,-

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1 Play. Run bare-foot up and down, threatning the flames With biffon rheum; a clout upon that head Where late the diadem ftood; and for a robe About her lank and all-o'er-teemed loins, A blanket in th' m alarm of fear caught up; Who this had feen, with tongue in venom fteep'd, 'Gainft fortune's ftate would treafon have pronounc'd; But if the Gods themselves did fee her then, When fhe faw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his fword her husband's " limbs; The inftant burft of clamour that she made, Unless things mortal move them not P at all,

Would have made milch the burning eyes of heav'n,