With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks. 495
So, proceed you.[a 1]
Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good
accent and good discretion.
First Play. Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, 500
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command; unequal match'd,[a 2]
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
The unnerved father falls.[b 1] Then senseless Ilium,[a 3] 505
Seeming to feel this[a 4] blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick; 510
So, as a painted tyrant,[b 2] Pyrrhus stood,
And like[a 5] a neutral[b 3] to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack[b 4] stand still, 515
The bold winds speechless and the orb below
- ↑ 504, 505. But . . . falls] Compare Dido, Queen of Carthage:
"Which he disdaining whiskt his sword about,
And with the wind thereof the king fell down." - ↑ 511. painted tyrant] Compare Macbeth, V. viii. 25-27.
- ↑ 512. a neutral] one indifferent to his purpose and its object.
- ↑ 515. rack] Dyce (Gloss.) "a mass of vapoury clouds." "The winds in the upper region, which move the clouds above (which we call the rack)" (Bacon, Sylva Sylvarum, ii. § 115).