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Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the To tell thee that this day is ominous : vow;
Therefore, come back. But vows to every purpose must not hold :
Hect. Æneas is a-field; Unarm, sweet Hector.
And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave How now,young man? mean’st thou to fight to-day? To take that course by your consent and voice, And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
[Exit CassANDRA. Cas. O Priam, yield not to him! Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy har And. Do not, dear father. ness, youth;
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you : I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry :
Upon the love you bear me, get you in. Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
[Exit ANDROMACHE. And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, | Makes all these bodements. I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector !
Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Which better fits a lion than a man.
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hect. What vice is that, good 'Troilus? chide Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! me for it.
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! Tro. When many times the captiveGrecians fall, | Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Like witless anticks, one another meet, You bid them rise and live.
And all cry“Hector! Hector's dead!”0, Hector! Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.
Tro. Away! away! Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Cas. Farewell.--Yet, soft: Hector, I take my Hect. How now ? how now?
leave: Tro. For the love of all the gods, Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; Hect. You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim! And when we have our armours buckled on,
Go in, and cheer the town: we 'll forth and fight: The venomed vengeance ride upon our swords; | Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about Hect. Fie, savage, fie!
thee! Tro. Hector, then 't is wars.
[Exeunt, severally, Priam and Hector. llect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
Alarums. Tro. Who should withhold me?
Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
believe Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire; I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalléd with recourse of tears ; As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
PANDARUS. Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way, Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear? But by my ruin.
Tro. What now?
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Re-enter Cassandra, with Priam.
Tro. Let me read. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast; Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, this girl; and what one thing, what another, that Fall all together.
I shall leave you one o'these days : and I have a Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back : rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my Thy wife hath dreamed; thy mother hath had bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot visions ;
tell what to think on 't.—What says she there? Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Tro. Words, words, mere words; no matter from Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
the heart; [Tearing the letter.
The effect doth operate another way.-
Scene V.- The same.
Enter Diomedes and a Servant. But edifies another with her deeds.
Dio. Go, go my servant, take thou Troilus' [Exeunt severally.
horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan, Scene IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. | And am her knight by proof.
Serv. I go, my lord.
[Exit. Alarums : Excursions. Enter Thersites. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one ano
Enter AGAMEMNON. ther: I'll go look on. That dissembling abomin Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus able varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, Hath Doreus prisoner; in his helm : I would fain see them meet; that And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, that same Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, Upon the pashéd corses of the kings might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, | Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain ; with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt; drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes the policy of those crafty swearing rascals--that Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and Appals our numbers : haste we, Diomed, that same dog-fox, Ulysses—is not proved worth To reinforcement, or we perish all. a blackberry :—they set me up, in policy, that
Enter Nestor. mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles : and now is the cur Ajax prouder Nes. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim bar There is a thousand Hectors in the field : barism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Now here he fights on Galathé his horse, Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaléd sculls Enter Diomedes: Troilus following. Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, Tro. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Styx,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath : I would swim after.
Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes; Dio. Thou dost miscall retire:
Dexterity so obeying appetite, I do not fly; but advantageous care
That what he will, he does; and does so much, Withdrew me from the odds of multitude : That proof is called impossibility. Have at thee!
Enter Ulysses. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy whore, Trojan!—now the sleeve, now the sleeve! Ulys. O, courage, courage, princes! great [Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting.
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Enter Hector.
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hec Together with his mangled Myrmidons, tor's match?
That noseless, handless, hacked, and chipped, Art thou of blood and honour?
come to him, Ther. No, no: I am a rascal; a scurvy railing Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, knave; a very filthy rogue.
And foams at mouth, and he is armed, and Hect. I do believe thee ;-live. (Exit.
at it, Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day but a plague break thy neck, for frightening me! Mad and fantastic execution; What's become of the wenching rogues? I think | Engaging and redeeming of himself, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh With such a careless force and forceless care, at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats it- As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, self. I'll seek them.
[Exit. Bade him win all.
Re-enter Troilus. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be? Dio. Ay, there, there.
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Nes. So, so, we draw together.
He shall not carry him ; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say! Enter Achilles.
I reck not though thou end my life to-day. [Exit. Achil. Where is this Hector?
Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
goodly mark: [Exeunt.
| No? wilt thou not ?-I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
abide ? Scene VI.— Another part of the Field.
Why, then, fly on; I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
[Ereunt. Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy head!
Scene VII.— The same.
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my MyrAjax. What wouldst thou ?
midons : Dio. I would correct him.
Mark what I say :- Attend me where I wheel : Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; my office,
And when I have the bloody Hector found, Ere that correction :— Troilus, I say! what,
Empale him with your weapons round about; Troilus !
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the Great must die.
[Ereunt. thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse !
Dio. Ha! art thou there?
Scene VIII. The same.
Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are
at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo !
now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! brother!
[Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour; in everything illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed; the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward! (Exeunt.
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.Scene IX.- Another part of the Field.
If in his death the gods have us befriended, Enter Hector.
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
[Exeunt, marching. Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good
breath : Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! Scene XI.- Another part of the Field.
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield
Enter Æneas and Trojans.
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Never go home; here starve we out the night. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
Enter Troilus. How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Tro. Hector is slain. Even with the vail and darkening of the sun,
AU. Hector ?—The gods forbid ! To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Hect. I am unarmed; forego this 'vantage,
| In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I !
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with So, Ilion, fall thou! Now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, “ Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain."
And linger not our sure destruction on! [A retreat sounded.
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my
I do not speak of fight, of fear, of death; lord.
But dare all imminence that gods and men Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! earth,
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called, My half-supped sword, that frankly would have
Go into Troy, and say there—“Hector's dead :" fed,
There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives ; [Sheathes his sword.
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Scare Troy out of itself. But march, away: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I 'll through and through you! And thou, greatEnter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor,
sized coward! Diomedes, and others, marching.
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Shouts within.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go: Nes. Peace, drums!
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Voices within.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Achilles ! Achilles !-Hector's slain !-Achilles !
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Dio. The bruit is — Hector's slain, and by
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Great Hector was a man as good as he.
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. Agam. March patiently along: let one be sent
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching
bones ! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a’work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?Let me see:
As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Sometwo months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this, Some galléd goose of Winchester would hiss : Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases ; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,