To call for recompence: appear it to you, (28) To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many registred in promife, Aga. What wouldft thou of us, Trojan? make demand, Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore ;) Defir'd my Crefid in right-great exchange, Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is fuch a wrest in their affairs, That their negociations all must slack, Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a Prince o'th' blood, a son of Priam, In change of him. Let him be fent, great Princes, And he shall buy my daughter: and her prefence Shall quite ftrike off all fervice I have done, In most accepted pain. (28) -appear it to you, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, 66 - I have abandon'd Troy,] Calchas is here preffing for fome reward from the Grecian princes, for his having come over to them: but does it in any kind add to his merit with them, to fay, "Gentlemen, by my power of prefcience I found my country muft be fubdued and "ruin'd; and therefore I have left house and home in time to [fave "myself, and] come and ferve you." And yet this is the drift and hinge upon which his argument turns, and his hopes and pretence for recompenfe are form'd. I own, the motives of his oratory feem to me fomewhat perverfe and unartful: nor do I know how to reconcile it, unless our Poet purposely intended to make Calchas act the part of a true prieft; and fo from motives of felf-intereft infinuate the merit of service. Aga. Aga. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas shall have Furnish you fairly for this enterchange; [Exit. To use between your ftrangeness and his pride, Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainft Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles? would he aught with us? Neft. Would you, my Lord, aught with the General ? Achil. No. Neft. Nothing, my Lord. Aga. The better. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt. Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? Patr. They pafs by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend, To fend their fmiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they us'd to creep To holy altars. Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, Greatnefs, once fall'n out with fortune, Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours Which when they fall, (as being flipp'ry ftanders) Save thefe men's looks; who do, methinks, find out As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulysses. I'll interrupt his reading.Now, Ulyffes? Achil. What are you reading? Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted, Ahil. This is not ftrange, Ulyffes. The The bearer knows not, but commends itself Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there Where they're extended; which, like an arch, reverb'rates Fronting the fun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this, The unknown Ajax Heav'ns! what a man is there? a very horse, [are, That has he knows not what. Nature! what things there Moft abject in regard, and dear in use? him: What things again most dear in the esteem, How fome men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, Achil. This I do believe; For they paffed by me, as mifers do by beggars, Neither Neither gave to me good word, nor good look: Uly. Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back, (A great-fiz'd monster of ingratitudes) Thofe fcraps are good deeds paft, which are devour'd As done: Perfeverance keeps Honour bright: That one by one pursue; if you give way, That flightly shakes his parting gueft by th' hand; For beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service, To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; (29) And go to duft, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er dufted.] In this mangled condition do we find this truly fine obfervation tranfmitted in the old folio's. Mr. Pope faw it was corrupt, and therefore, as I prefume, threw it out of the text; because he would not indulge his private fenfe in attempting to make sense of it. I owe the foundation of the amendment, which I have given to the text, to the fagacity of the ingenious Dr. Thirlby. VOL. VII. S More |