How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to-day? And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. [Exit CasSANDRA.

Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;

I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
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 me, and Troy.

Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Which better fits a lion than a man.

Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.

Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rise and live.

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. O Priam, yield not to him!
Do not, dear father.

And.

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, distraction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless anticks, 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. [Exit.

Hect. You are amazed, 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,

Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick 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 [Tearing the letter.

the heart;

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 varlet, 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 Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly 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 after.

Nes. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathé 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 everywhere, he leaves and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is called impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

Ulys. O, courage, courage, princes! great
Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hacked, and chipped,
come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is armed, 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.

Re-enter TROIlus.

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say! I reck not though thou end my life to-day. [Exit.

Enter one in sumptuous armour.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:

No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I'll be master of it.-Wilt thou not, beast,
abide?

Why, then, fly on; I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The same.

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr

midons :

Mark what I say:-Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the Great must die.
[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-The same.

Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES.

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! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.

Enter MARGARELON.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight!

Ther. What art thou?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

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.

SCENE IX.-Another part of the Field.

Enter HECTOR.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, 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! [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;

How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and darkening of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Hect. I am unarmed; forego this 'vantage,
Greek.

Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I
seek.
[HECTOR falls.

So, Ilion, fall thou! Now, Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain."
[A retreat sounded.
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my
lord.

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,

And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supped sword, that frankly would have
fed,

Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.—
[Sheathes his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

SCENE X.-The same.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR,
DIOMEDES, and others, marching.
Shouts within.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nes.
Peace, drums!

Voices within. Achilles!

Achilles!-Hector's slain !-Achilles !

Dio. The bruit is Hector's slain, and by Achilles.

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was a man as good as he.

Agam. March patiently along: let one be sent

To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Exeunt, marching.

SCENE XI.—Another part of the Field.

Enter ENEAS and Trojans.

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter TROILUS.

Tro. Hector is slain. All.

Hector? The gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,

In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful field.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!

Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destruction on!

I

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; But dare all imminence that gods and men Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called, Go into Troy, and say there-"Hector's dead:" There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives; Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Scare Troy out of itself. But march, away: Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Stay yet:-You vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you!--And thou, great

sized coward!

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.— Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans.

AS TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. [Exit TROILUS.

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:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting:
And being once subdued in arméd tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.

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, Some two 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. [Exit.