1. Player. Anon he findes him, [Sidenote: Play]
Striking too short at Greekes.[4] His anticke Sword,
Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where it falles
Repugnant to command[4]: vnequall match, [Sidenote: matcht,]
Pyrrhus at Priam driues, in Rage strikes wide:
But with the whiffe and winde of his fell Sword,
Th'vnnerued Father fals.[5] Then senselesse Illium,[6]
Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top
[Sidenote: seele[7] this blowe,]
Stoopes to his Bace, and with a hideous crash
Takes Prisoner Pyrrhus eare. For loe, his Sword
Which was declining on the Milkie head
Of Reuerend Priam, seem'd i'th'Ayre to sticke:
So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood,[8] [Sidenote: stood Like]
And like a Newtrall to his will and matter,[9] did nothing.[10]
[11] But as we often see against some storme,
A silence in the Heauens, the Racke stand still,
The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
[Sidenote: 110] Doth rend the Region.[11] So after Pyrrhus pause,
Arowsed Vengeance sets him new a-worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
[Sidenote: Marses Armor]
With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword
Now falles on Priam.
[12] Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
In generall Synod take away her power:
Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele, [Sidenote: follies]
[Footnote 1: This, though horrid enough, is in degree below the description in Dido.]
[Footnote 2: He is directing the player to take up the speech there where he leaves it. See last quotation from 1st Q.]
[Footnote 3: judgment.]
[Footnote 4: —with an old man's under-reaching blows—till his arm is so jarred by a missed blow, that he cannot raise his sword again.]
[Footnote 5:
Whereat he lifted up his bedrid limbs,
And would have grappled with Achilles' son,
* * * * *
Which he, disdaining, whisk'd his sword about,
And with the wound[13] thereof the king fell down.
Marlowe's Dido, Queen of Carthage.]