[Footnote 7: _1st Q_. 'th'arganian beast:' 'the Hyrcan tiger,' Macbeth,
iii. 4.]

[Footnote 8: 'it _begins_': emphasis on begins.]

[Footnote 9: A pause; then having recollected, he starts afresh.]

[Footnote 10: These passages are Shakspere's own, not quotations: the
Quartos differ. But when he wrote them he had in his mind a phantom of
Marlowe's _Dido, Queen of Carthage_. I find Steevens has made a similar
conjecture, and quotes from Marlowe two of the passages I had marked as
being like passages here.]

[Footnote 11: The poetry is admirable in its kind--intentionally
_charged_, to raise it to the second stage-level, above the blank verse,
that is, of the drama in which it is set, as that blank verse is raised
above the ordinary level of speech. 143.

The correspondent passage in _1st Q_. runs nearly parallel for a few
lines.]

[Footnote 12:--like _portentous_.]

[Footnote 13: 'all red', _1st Q_. 'totall guise.']

[Footnote 14: Here the _1st Quarto_ has:--

Back't and imparched in calagulate gore,
Rifted in earth and fire, olde grandsire _Pryam_ seekes:
So goe on.]

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To their vilde Murthers, roasted in wrath and fire,
[Sidenote: their Lords murther,]
And thus o're-sized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellish _Pyrrhus_
Old Grandsire _Priam_ seekes.[1]
[Sidenote: seekes; so proceede you.[2]]

_Pol_. Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with
good accent, and good discretion.[3]

_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