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Thy soul is proof to all things but to kindness;
Hect, Bid all unarm ; I will not fight to-day.
Troil. Employ some coward to bear back this news, And let the children hoot him for his pains. By all the gods, and by my just revenge, This sun shall shine the last for them or us; These noisy streets, or yonder echoing plains, Shall be to-morrow silent as the grave.
Andr. O brother, do not urge a brother's fate, But let this wreck of heaven and earth roll o'er, And, when the storm is past, put out to sea. Troil. O now I know from whence his change
Some frantic augur has observed the skies ;
Hect. You know my name's not liable to fear.
Troil. Yes, to the worst of fear,--to superstition.
Hect. He thinks my sister's treason my petition;
Troil. And in private prayed-
Should think my life were in his power to give,
, prostrate on the ground, I make him, atheist-like, implore his breath Of me, and not of heaven.
Troil. Then you'll refuse no more to fight?
Hect. Refuse! I'll not be hindered, brother. I'll through and through them, even their hindmost
ranks, Till I have found that large-sized boasting fool, Who dares presume my life is in his gift. Andr. Farewell, farewell; 'tis vain to strive with
fate! Cassandra's raging god inspires my breast With truths that must be told, and not believed, Look how he dies ! look how his eyes turn pale ! Look how his blood bursts out at many vents! Hark how Troy roars, how Hecuba cries out, And widowed I fill all the streets with screams! Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement, Like antiques meet, and tumble upon heaps ! And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! Oh Hector !
[Exit. Hect. What sport will be, when we return at
evening To laugh her out of countenance for her dreams! Troil. I have not quenched my eyes with dewy
sleep this night; But fiery fumes mount upward to my brains, And, when I breathe, methinks my nostrils hiss ! I shall turn basilisk, and with my sight Do my hands' work on Diomede this day. Hect. To arms, to arms! the vanguards are en
gaged. Let us not leave one man to guard the walls; Both old and young, the coward and the brave, Be summoned all, our utmost fate to try, And as one body move, whose soul am I. (Ereunt.
SCENE II.-The Camp. Alarm within. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, ME
NELAUS, Soldiers. Agam. Thus far the promise of the day is fair. Æneas rather loses ground than gains. I saw him over-laboured, taking breath, And leaning on his spear, behold our trenches, Like a fierce lion looking up to toils, Which yet he durst not leap. Ulys. And therefore distant death does all the
Nest. I have descried
Menel. Let them come, let them come.
Ulys. Think not on Achilles,
. And in their front, even in the face of Hector, Resolves to dare the Trojans.
Agam. Haste, Ulysses, bid Ajax issue forth and
second him. Ulys. Oh noble general, let it not be so. Oppose not rage, while rage is in its force, But give it way awhile, and let it waste. The rising deluge is not stopt with dams; Those it o'erbears, and drowns the hopes of harvest: But, wisely managed, its divided strength Is sluiced in channels, and securely drained. First, let small parties dally with their fury; But when their force is spent and unsupplied, The residue with mounds may be restrained, And dry-shod we may pass the naked ford.
Enter THERSITES. Thers. Ho, ho, ho ! Menel. Why dost thou laugh, unseasonable fool?
Thers. Why, thou fool in season, cannot a man laugh, but thou thinkest he makes horns at thee? Thou prince of the herd, what hast thou to do with laughing? 'Tis the prerogative of a man, to laugh. Thou risibility without reason, thou subject of laughter, thou fool royal !
Ulys. But tell us the occasion of thy mirth ?
Thers. Now a man asks me, I care not if I answer to my own kind.-Why, the enemies are broken into our trenches; fools like Menelaus fall by thousảnds, yet not a human soul departs on either side. Troilus and Ajax have almost beaten one another's heads off, but are both immortal for want of brains. Patroclus has killed Sarpedon, and Hector Patroclus, so there is a towardly springing fop gone off; he might have made a prince one day, but now he's nipt in the very bud and promise of a most prodigious coxcomb.
Agam. Bear off Patroclus' body to Achilles ; Revenge will arm him now, and bring us aid,