Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn critics-apt, without a theme, For depravation,-to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes? Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If there be rule in unity itself, This was not she. O madness of discourse, Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express? Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged In characters as red as Mars his heart [well Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, [false! Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter Eneas. Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue, Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab.-Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: a burninį devil take them! [exit SCENE III. TROY. BEFORE FRIAM'S PALACE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? [day. Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in; By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous toHect. No more, I say. Enter Cassandra. Cus. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have diam'd Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. Cas. O, it is true. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! 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. [vow; Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong the But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector. Hect. Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight today? And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry: 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? chido me for it. [fall, Tro. When many times the captive Grecians 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: Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions; Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Hect. Eueas is afield; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Pri. 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. And Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [ex. And. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. 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 Greekish whore-masterly 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-enten 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 arra 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, should'st thou take the river [Styx, Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns I would swim after. Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft: Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself 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 worth praise, and tell you them at night. Dio. Thou dost miscal retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care 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 rail. ing knave'; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. Terit 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. Enter Ulysses. Ulyss. O courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance : Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajar. What would'st thou? Dio. I would correct him. my office, Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have [Troilus: Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor, Diomed!-Turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? 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 I 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, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come But I'll be master of it-wilt thou not, beast, to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Enter Ajax. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I wili none but Hector. [exeunt. 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-nakor, are at it: now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Now, my double-henn'd sparrow! Loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :- ware borns, ho! [exeunt Par. & Men. 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 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. Enter Hector. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; [retreat sounded. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, [fed, And, stickler-like, the armies separates. SCENE XI. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. Enter Eneas and Trojans. [field: Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector?-The gods forbid! [tail, Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. [exeunt Eneas and Trojans. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shamз Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; SCENE X. THE SAME. Enter Agamemnon, djur, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio- [Within.] Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles: Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing. Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Achilles. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be: Great Hector was as good a man as he. Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Agam. March patiently along:-Let one be Some two months hence my will shall here be sent. To pray Achilles see us at our tent:- made: It should be now, but that my fear is this,— SCENE I. LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. ACT I. Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Of hos ile paces: those opposed eyes, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, For our advantage, on the bitter cross. West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, Brake off our business for the Holy Land. West. This, match'd with other, did, my gras cious lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news |