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Ulyf. O, contain your felf: Your passion draws ears hither,
Enter Æneas. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord.. Hector, by this, is arming himn in Troy. Ajax, your guard, Itays to conduct you home.
Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lord, . Farewel, revolted fair; and, Diomede,
[adieu. Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head !
Ulyd i'll bring you to the gates.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulyffes, Ther. 'Would I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven : I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore : the parrot will do no more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery, nothing else holds fashion. A burn ing devil take them !
[Exit. S.CE NE VI. Changes to the palace of Troy.
Enter Hector and Andromache, And. When was my Lord so much ungently temper'd,. To stop his ears againit admonithment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Helt. You train me to offend you ; get you gone. By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And.. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to-day. Hect, No more, Ilay.
And. Here, lister, arm'd, and bloody in intent :
Cal. o, 'tis true.
Helt. Be gone, I say : the gods have heard me swear.
Caf. “ The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; “ They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'u “ Than spotied livers in the facrifice.
And. O! be persuaded, do not count it holy
Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
Hitt Hollyou still, I say;
[Exit Cassandra. Heit. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, I am to day i'th' vein of chivalry :
[youth: Let grow thy finews till their knots be Atrong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, I'll stand to day for thee and ine, and Troy.
Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you ; Which beiter fits a lion ihan a man. Hect. lihat vice is that? good Troilus, chide me
Hect. 0, 'iis fair play.
Troi, For love of all the gods,
į G. diftardly Grecia.s.
Helt. Fie, savage, fie!
Troi, Who should with•hold me?
SCE N E. VII. Enter Praim and Cassandra.
Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him faft:
Priam. Hector, come, go back :
Heit, Æneas is a-field,
Priam. But thou shalt not go,
Hect. I must not bre
Caf. O, Priam, yield not to him,
Helt. Andromache, I am offended with you...
Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl
Caf. O tarewel, dear liector :
* j, e, tears that continue to course one another down the face.
Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents !
Caf, Farewel: yet, soft: Hector, I take my leave; Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive [Exit.
Hect. You are amaz’d, my Liege, at her exclaim; Go in and cheer the town, we'll forth and fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Priam. Farewel : the gods with safety stand about thee!
[Alarum. Troi. They're at it, hark : proud Diomede, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win ing sleeve.
SCENE VIII. Enter Pandarus,
Pan, A whorefon ptific, a whoreson rascally ptific fo troubles me : and the foolilh fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ach in my bones, that unless a man were curs'd, I cannot tell wbat to think on't. What says she there? Troi. Words, words, mere words; no matter from
the heart : Th'effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter, Go, wind to wind; there turn and change together : My love with words and errors still the feeds; But edifies another with her deeds.
Pan Why, but hear you
Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey ! ignoming and shame Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt.
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[Alarum.] Enter Therfites.
go lock on. That difTembling abominable varlet, Diomede, his got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm. | would fain see them meet; that, that fame young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greek lh whoremaster villain, with the sleeve, back to the dif. sembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errant. O'th' other side, the policy of those cralty sneering rascals, that stale old mouse eaten dry cheese Nestor, and that same dog-fox Ulysses, is not prov'd worth a black-berry..
They let me up in policy that mongril cur Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind Achilles. And now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians begin to pro. claim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes fleeve, and t' othér.
Troi. Fly not; for should'It thou take the river Stys, I would swim after.
Din. Thou dost mniscal Recire:
[They go of fighting Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore, Trojan; now the sleeve, now the leeve, now the fleeve!
S с Ε Ν Ε. Χ. Enter Hector. Helt. What art thou, Greek ? art chou for Hector Art thou of blood and honour !
i her. No, no : I am a rascál; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hed. I do believe thee live.
[Exit. Tier, God o'ınercy, that thou wilt believe me ; buc a plague break thy neck for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracleyet, in a sort, lechery eats itself: I'll seek them. [Exi':
Enter Diomede and Servants. Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horse, Prefent the fair fteed to my Lady Crellid :