Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit Andromache. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements. Caf. O farewel, dear Hector, Look, how thou dy't; look, how thy eyes turn pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Caf. Farewel. Yes. Soft. Hector, I take my leave; [Exit. Het. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim. Go in and cheer the town; we'll forth and fight, Do deeds worth praife, and tell you them at night. Priam. Farewel. The Gods with fafety ftand about thee. [Alarm. Troi. They're at it; hark. Proud Diomede, be lieve I come to lofe my arm, or win my sleeve. Pan. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear? Troi. What now? Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl. Let me read. Pan. A whorefon ptifick, a whorefon rafcally ptifick fo troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I fhall leave you one o' thefe days; and I have a rheum in mine M m 4 eyes eyes too, and fuch an ach in my bones that unlefs a man were curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, 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 ftill fhe feeds; But edifies another with her deeds. Pan. Why, but hear you Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignominy and fhame Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Changes to the Field between Troy and the Camp. [Alarm.] Enter Therfites. Ther⋅ N OW they are clapper-clawing one another, That diffembling abominable varlet, Diomede, has got that fame icurvy, doating, foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm; I would fain fee them meet; that, that 4 llence, brothel, lacquey!-]phen betwixt the two words. In this, and the repetition of it, towards the clofe of the play, Troilus is made abfurdly to call Pandarusbawdy-house; for brothel fignifies nothing elfe that I know of; but he meant to call him an attendant on a bawdyhoufe, a meilenger of obfcene errands: a fenfe which I have retriev'd only by clapping an by THEOBALD. I have retained the note, but believe the emendation wholly unneceflary. For brothel, the folio reads brother, erroneously for broker, as it lands at the end of the play where the lines are repeated. Of brother the following editors made brothel. fame fame young Trojan afs, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-mafterly villain with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, on a fleeveless errand. O th' other fide, the policy of those crafty fwearing rafcals, that ftale old moufe-eaten dry cheese Neftor, and that fame dog-fox Ulyffes, is not prov'd worth a black-berry. They fet me up in policy that mungril 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 barbarifm, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Enter Diomedes and Troilus. Soft-here comes fleeve, and t'other. Troi. Fly not; for fhouldft thou take the river Styx, I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire. I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude. Have at thee! [They go off, fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian. Now for thy whore, Trojan. Now the fleeve, now the fleeve! 50th other fide, the policy of thofe crafty fwearing rafcals, &c.] But in what fenfe are Neftor and Ulyffes accus'd of being wearing rafcals? What, or to whom, did they fwear? I am pofitive, that fneering is the true reading. They had collogued with Ajax, and trim'd him up with infincere praifes, only in order to have fir'd Achilles's emulation. In this, they were the true fneerers; betraying the first, to gain their ends on the latter by that artifice. THEOBALD. to proclaim barbarifm.] To fet up the authority of ignorance to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer. SCENE Hect. What art thou, Greek! art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood and honour? Live. Ther. No, no. I am a rafcal; a fcurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Helt. I do believe thee, [Exit. Ther. God a' mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frightning me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, letchery eats itself. I'll feek them. Enter Diomedes and Servant. [Exit Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horfe, Prefent the fair Steed to my lady Creffid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: Serv. I go, my Lord. SCENE XI. Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew. The fierce Polydamas Hath beat down Menon; 7 baftard Margarelon The three deftructions of Troy. 7baftard Margarelon] ces taken from the story book of The introducing a baftard fon of Priam, under the name of Margarelen, is one of the circumftan THEOBALD. Hath Hath Doreus prisoner, And ftands Coloffus wife, waving his beam deadly hurt, and Palamedes the dreadful Sagittary, Appals our numbers. Hafte we, Diomede, Enter Neftor. 9 Neft. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, That what he will, he does; and does fo much, |