“It came to pass, as most like it was,”⁠—

the first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look, where my abridgement comes.

I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; ’twas caviare to the general: but it was⁠—as I received it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine⁠—an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation; but called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved: ’twas Aeneas’ tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priam’s slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin at this line: let me see, let me see⁠—

“The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,”

—it is not so:⁠—it begins with Pyrrhus:⁠—