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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,
HECT. O, 't is fair play.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector!
For the love of all the gods,
HECT. Fie, savage, fie!
Hector, then 't is wars.
TRO. Who should withhold me?
Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
Come, Hector, come, go back:
Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions;
Æneas is a-field;
Ay, but thou shalt not go.
you do here forbid me, royal Priam,
Do not, dear father.
O farewell, dear Hector.
Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim:
[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?
PAN. A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick 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 ach in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on it.—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.
Pan. Why! but hear you.
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.
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 young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekisb whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of 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 proclaiin
barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t other.
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.
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 Hector's match ? Art thou of blood and honour ?
THER. No, no:- :-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. 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 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 thenu.
SCENE V.-The same.
Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.
I go, my lord.
[Exit Servant. Enter AGAMEMNON. AGAM. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner;
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Fare thee well:-
TRO. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: Shall it be?
[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.
Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting: then TAERSITES.
THER. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned