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My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds.
Hect. I do believe thee;-live. [Exit.
Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frightening 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. [Erit.
SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the
Alarums: excursions. Enter THERSITES.
SCENE V. Another part of the plains.
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 young Trojan ass, [that
loves the whore there,]might send that Greeksish ( whoremasterly] villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O'the t'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 today; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.—Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
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. [Erit. Enter AGAMEMNON. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas Hath beat down Menon: (bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner, And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Upon the pashed corses of the kings Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain; Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;] Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruis’d: the dreadful Sagittary? Appals our numbers:-haste we, Diomed, To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Enter DIOMEDES, Troilus following.
Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but 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,
Enter NESTOR. 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 call'd impossibility.
Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for
Ther. No, no,--I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
2 The dreadful Sagittary. See note 330.
1 Barbarism, mere strength, force, opposed to policy.
Achil. Now do I see thee, ha!-have at thee, Hector!
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.
How now, my brother! 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 ta’en too, Or bring him off:-fate, hear me what I say! I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit. Enter one in sumptuous armour.
With such a careless force and forceless care,
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit.
SCENE VI. Another part of the plains.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ere that correction.-Troilus, I say! what,
Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false
And pay the life thou ow'st me for my horse!
1 Redeeming, &c., i.e. rescuing himself from the foe.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well;
Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
SCENE VII. Another part of the plains.
Enter ACHILLES with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
2 Cogging, cheating.
3 Frush, batter.
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in | [Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then
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 every thing 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:1 farewell, bastard. [Exit.
1 Judgment, i.e. of heaven.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exit.] SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains. Enter HECTOR.
Hect. [Most putrefied 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
[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 vaill and darkening of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this vantage,
Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! 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 retire? upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like,
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separates. [My half-supp'd sword, that frankly 4 would
have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
[Sheathes his sword. ] Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Tro. Hector is slain.
Hector!—the gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's
horse's tail, In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful
field. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with
speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at
Troy! I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, And lingers not our sure destructions on!
Æne. My lord, you dodiscomfort 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 callid, 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, 20 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-siz'd 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
SCENE IX. Another part of the plains. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Nestor,
DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nest. Peace, drums! [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
pray Achilles see us at our tent.
1 Vail, descent.
6 Pight, pitched.
5 Linger on=protract.
Fully merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. [As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other
side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear
hear you! Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and
shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
[Exit. Pan. A goodly medicine 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 m
As many as be here of pander's hall,
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 galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And at that time bequeath you my diseases.