Imatges de pÓgina

Hect. How now? how now?

For tbe love of all the gods,
Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mother;
And when we have our armoors buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords;
Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.
Hect. Fie, savage, fie!

Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilas, I would not have you fight to-day.

Tro. Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;.
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, bold him fast:
He is thy crutch: now if thou lose thy stay,
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.

Come, Hector, come, go back:
Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother lath had visions;
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
To tell thee ibat this day is ominous :
Therefore, come back.

Æneas is afield;
And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

But thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.

Cas. 0 Priam, yield not to him.


Do not, dear falher. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

[Exit Andromache. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Makes all these bodements. Cas.

O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet, And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead!' o Hector!

Tro. Away!-Away Cas. Farewell.—Yet, soft:—Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Eait.

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. Pri. Farewell : The gods with safety stand about thee!

[Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side,

PANDARUS. Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Tro. What now? Pen. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Tro. Let me read. Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't. What says she there? Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the

[Tearing the Letter.


The effect doth operate another way.-
Go, wind to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds;
But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally.
SCENE IV. Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlel, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet: that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremaster villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,--is not proved worth a blackberry:— They set me up, in policy, that mongrel 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 proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t’other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROilus following.
Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx,
I would swim afler.

Thou dost miscal retire:
I do not fly; bul advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !-now for thy whore, Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

[Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting.

Enter HECTOR. Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's

match? Art thou of blood, and honour?

Ther. No, no ;-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee ;-live.

[Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.

(Exit. SCENE V. The same.

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastis’d the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Serv.

I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: baslard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner;.
And stands Colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagiltary
Appals our numbers; baste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.-
There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,



And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is calld impossibility.

Ulyss. O courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chippd, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution :
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! [Exit. Dio.

Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Enter ACHILLES, Achil.

Where is this Hector Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Exeunt. SCENE V1. Another Part of the field.

Enter AJAX.
Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

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