Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it it is prodigious," there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit. SCENE II.-Before Calchas' Tent. Ulyss. List! She strokes his cheek! Tro. Ulyss. Come, come. Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: There is between my will and all offences A guard of patience;-stay a little while. Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry! Dio. But will you then? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. I will not be myself, nor have cognition* Re-enter CRESSIDA. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! [Exit. My lord, Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to He lov'd me-O false wench!-Give't me again. Cres. Dio. What, this? Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not; I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? "Tis no matter. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy horn, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-And yet I will not keep my word. Why then, farewell; But it straight starts you. Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? | Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well Do come:-I shall be plagued. more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Tro. Ulyss It is. That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Was Cressid here? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Most sure she was. Tro. She was not, sure. now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Constringed in mass by the almighty sun, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy." Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! O, contain yourself; Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, [Exeunt TROILUS, ENEAS, and ULYSSES. SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. And. When was my lord so much ungently To stop his ears against admonishment? Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in: And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the Cas. Enter CASSANDRA. Where is my brother Hector? Ho! bid my trumpet sound! • Cynics. 4 Love. s Compressed. Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish' vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. And. O! be persuaded: Do not count it holy To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, For we would give much, to use violent thefts, And rob in the behalf of charity. Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector. Hect. How now, young man, mean'st thou to fight to-day? ness, 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. Hect. O,'tis fair play. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Hect. How now? how now? Tro. For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; And when we have our armors buckled on, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Spur them to ruthful" work, rein them from ruth.' Hect. Fye, savage, fye! Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire; Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, But by my ruin. Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together. Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: Hect. Pri. But thou shalt Rueful, woful. not go. 1 Mercy. 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. And. Do not, dear father. 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 dolors forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, 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 thy self and all our Troy deceive. [Erit. Hect. You are amaz'd, 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, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Pon. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic 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 the heart; [Tearing the Letter. The effect doth operate another way.Go wind, to wind, there turn and change together. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally. 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 var let, Diomed, has got that same scurvy, doting, fool ish 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 Greekish whoremaster villain with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeve less 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 black-berry:-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 3 L SCENE VI. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. not arm to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to | Together with his mangled Myrmidons, Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river I would swim after. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now for thy whore, Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting. Enter HECTOR. Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hec- Art thou of blood, and honor? Ther. No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. [Exit. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting 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. [Exit. I'll seek them. SCENE V-The same. Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,' Enter NESTOR. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles: That what he will, he does; and does so much, Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Shoal of fish. to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Engaging and redeeming of himself, Enter AJAX. [Exit. Achil Where is this Hector? SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Field. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter TROILUS. Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Dio. Ha! art thou there? Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Enter HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well:- 6 Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? י [Exit. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek? thou art a good ly mark: No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armor well; Lying. • Prevail over. Care. 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 valor, 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: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armor 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 dark'ning 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 retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within.] Peace, drums. 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 as good a man 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. 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 linger not our sure destructions on! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: Pan. But hear you, hear you! 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 2 Noise, rumor. Pitched, fixed. • Ignominy. |