Life every Man holds dear, but the dear Man Enter Troilus. How, now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to day? [Exit Caffandra Hect. No Faith, young Troilus; doff thy Harnefs, Youth: I am to day i'th' vein of Chivalry: Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong, Troi. Brother, you have a vice of Mercy in yous Hect. What Vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it. Troi. When many times the Captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair Sword, You bid them rife, and live. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Troi. Fools Play, by Heav'n, Hector. Hect. How now? how now? Troi. For th' love of all the Gods, Let's leave the Hermit Pity with our Mothers; Troi. Hector, then 'tis Wars. Helt. Troilus, I would not have you fight to day! Not Fate, Obedience, nor the Hand of Mars, Not Priamus and Hecuba on Knees, Their Eyes o'er-galled with recourfe of Tears; Enter Enter Priam and Caffandra. Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him faft: Priam. Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy Wife hath Dreamt; thy Mother hath had Vifions; Am like a Prophet, fuddenly enrapt, Helt. Aneas is a-field, And I do ftand engaged to many Greeks, Priam. Ay, but thou shalt not go. You know me Dutiful, therefore, dear Sir, Andr. Do not, dear Father. Het. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me; get you in. [Exit Andromache. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious Girl, Makes all thefe bodements. Caf. O farewel, dear Hector: Look how thou dieft; look how thy Eyes turn pale; i าง Caf. Farewel: Yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave; Thou do'ft thy felf, and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her Exclaim: Go in and cheer the Town, we'll forth and fight; Do deeds of praife, and tell you them at Night. Priam. Farewel: The Gods with fafety ftand about thee. [Alarum Troi. They are at it, hark: Proud Diomede, believe I come to lofe my Arm, or win my Sleeve. Enter Pandarus. Pand. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear? Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poor Girl.. Pand. A whorfon Ptifick, a whorfon 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 Eyes too, and fuch an ach in my Bones, that unless a Man were Curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there? Troi. Words, Words, meer Words; no Matter from the Heart. Th' Effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the Letter. Pand. Why, but hear you Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame Pursue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name. [Exeunt SCENE IV. The Field between Troy and the Camp. Alarum. Enter Therfites. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on: That diffembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has got that fime fcurvy, doating, foolish young Knave's Sleeve of Troy, there in his Helm: I would fain fee them meet, that, that fame young Trojan Afs, that loves the Whore there, might fend that Greekish Whore-masterly Villain, with the Skeve, back to the diffembling luxurious Drab, Drab, of a fleeveless Errant. O'th' t'other fide, the Policy of those crafty fwearing Rafcals, that ftale old Moufe-eaten dry Cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox Vlyffes is not prov'd worth a Blackberry. 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 began to proclaim Barbarifm, and Policy grows into an ill Opinion. Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes Sleeve, and t'other. Troi. Fly not; for fhould'st 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; [They go off fighting, Ther. Hold thy Whore, Grecian: Now for thy Whore, Trojon: Now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve. Enter Hector. 1 Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of Blood and Honour? Ther. No, no: I am a Rafcal; a fcurvy railing Knave; a very filthy Rogue. Helt. I do believe thee-live. [Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy Neck- -for frighting me; what's be come of the wenching Rogues? I think, they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that Miracle yet in a fort, Letchery eats it felf: I'll feek them. [Exit Enter Diomede and Servant. Dio. Go, go, my Servant, take thou Troilus's Horfe, Fellow, commend my Service to her Beauty: Ser. I go, my Lord. Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: Baftard Margarelon Hath Hath Dorens Prifoner, And ftands, Colossus wife, waving his Beam. Enter Neftor. Neft. Go bear Patroclus's Body to Achilles, That what he will, he does, and does so much, Enter Ulyffes; Vlyf. Oh, Courage, Courage, Princes; great Achiller That nofelefs, handlefs, hackt and chipt, come to him, Mad and fantaftick Execution, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With fuch a careless Force, and forcelefs Care, As if that Luck in very spite of Cunning, bad him win alf, Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward, Troilus. Dia. Ay, there, there. Neft. So, fo, we draw together, |