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Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub- Let all utruths stand by thy stained name, lish more,

And they'll seem glorious.
Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. Oh I contain yourself :
Ulyss. All's dore, my lord.

Your passion draws ears hither.
Tro. It is
Ulyss. Why stay we then 3

Enter Æneas. Tro, To make a recordation to my sou. | Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my of every syllable that here was spoke.

lord: But, if I tell how these two did co-act

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy ; Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?

Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. Sith yet there is a credence t in my heart,

Tro. Have with you, prince :- My courteous And esperance so obstinately strong,

lord, adieu :
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Farewell, revolted fair and, Diomed,
As if those organs had deceptious functions, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head !
Created only to calumniate.

Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
Was Cressid here?

Tro. Accept distracted thanks. Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

(Exeunt TROILCS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES. Tro. She was not sure.

Ther. 'Would I could meet that rogue DioUlyss. Most sure she was.

med! I would croak like a raven ; I would bode, Tro. Why, my negation ! hath no taste of I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing madness.

for the intelligence of this whore : the parrot will Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here not do more for an almond, than he for a coin but now.

modious drab. Lechery, lechery ; still, wars and Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood I*. lechery ; nothiug else holds fashion: A burning Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage devil take them i To stubborn critics t apt, without a theme, For depravation, to square the general sex By Cressid's rule : rather think this not Cressid. SCENE III.-Troy. Before PRIAM'S Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can

Palace. soil our inothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were Enter HECTOR and ANDROXACHE. she.

And. When was my lord so much ungently Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own

temper'd, eyes?

To stop his ears against admonishment ! Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. ir beauty have a soul, this is not she;

Hect. Yon train me to offend you; get you in : If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. If sanctimony be the gods' delight,

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to If there be rule in unity itself,

the day.
This was not she. O madness of discourse, Hect. No more, I say.
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bifold anthority! where reason can revolt

Without perdition, and loss assume all reason Cas. Where is my brother Hector 1
Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid ! And. Here, sister; arni'd, and bloody in in-
Within my soul there doth commence a tight

tent: of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Divides more widely than the sky and earth; Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd And yet the spacious breath of this division of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Admits no orifice for a point as subtle

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.

slaughter. Instance, o instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Cas. Oh! it is true. Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound ! Instance, o instance I strong as heaven itself; Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and

brother. loos'd;

Hect. Begone, I say : the gods bave heard me And with another knot, five-finger tied,

swear. The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish. The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy re

VOWS ; liques

They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd or ber o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. 1 Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd And. Oh! be persuaded : Do not count it With that which here his passion doth express ?

holy Tro. Ay, Greek; and ibat shall be divulged To hurt by being just : it is as lawful, In characters as red as Mars his heart (well For we would give much, to use violent thests Inflam'd with Venus : never did young man And rob in the hehalf of charity. fancy it

Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

vow ; Hark, Greek ---As much as I do Cressid love, But vows, to every purpose, must not hold : So inuch by weight hate I her Dioined:

Unarm, sweet Hector. That sleere is mine, that he'll bear o his helm ;| Hect. Hold you still, I say; Were it a casque gś compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Mine bonour keeps the weather of my fate : My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Life every man holds dear ; but the dear man Which shipmen do the hurricano call,

Holds honour far more precious-deart than Constring' d in mass by the alınighty sun,

life. Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear

In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed,

How now, young man ? mean'st thou to fight toTher. He'll tickle it for his concupy. I

day? Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid I false, false,

And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. false !

(Erit CASSANDRA. Hect. No, 'faith, young iroilus; dofri thy

harness, youth, • Remembrance.

+ Since.

Belier 6 Hope.

I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:

Denial. Testimony. 6. For the sake of. + + Cynica. :: Love. 95 Helmet | Compressed." 19 Concupiscence. • Foolish.


Put ok.



Let grow thy sinews tili their knots be strong, Go in, and cheer the town : we'll forth, and Aud tempt not yet the brushes of the war.


night. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at l'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Pri. Farewell : the gods with safety stand Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,

about thee! Which better fits a lion than a man.

'Exeunt severally Priam and HECTOR. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide

Alarums. me for it.

Tro. They are at it ; bark! Proud Diomed, Tro. When many times the captive Grecians

believe, fall,

I come to lose my arın, or win my sleeve. Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,

As TROilus is going out, enter, from the You bid them rise, and live. Hect. Oh! 'tis fair play,

other side, PAN DARUS. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

Pan. Do you hear, iny lord ? do you hear i Hect. How now how now?

Tro. What now? Tro. For the love of all the gods,

Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother ;

Tro. Let me read. And when we have our armours buckled on,

Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from of this girl: and what one thing, what another, ruth. t

that I shall leave you one o'these days : And I Hect. Fie, savage, fie !

have a rheum in mine eyes too ; and such an Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.

ache in my bones, that, wless a man were cursed, Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she

there? Tro. Who should withhold me ?

Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars

froin the heart; (Tearing the letter. Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire ;

The effect doth operate another way, Not Priainus and Hecuba on knees,

Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change togeTheir eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;

ther. Nor you, my brother, with your true sword My love with words and errors still she feeds : drawii,

But edifies another with her deeds. Oppos'd to binder me, should stop my way,

(Ereunt severally. But by my ruin.

SOENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Re-enter CASSANDRA, with Prian.

Camp. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. fast: He is thy crutcb; now if thou lose thy stay,

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one auThou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,

other : l'll go look on. This dissembling abo. Fall altogether.

minable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back :

doting foolish young kuave's sleeve of Troy Thy wife hath dream'd: thy mother hath had there, in bis helm : I would fain see them meet : visions ;

that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the Cassandra doth foresee ; and I myself

whore there, might" send that Greekish whoreAm like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

masterly villain with the sleeve, back to the disTo tell thee-that this day is onninous :

sembling luxurions drab, on a sleeveless errand. Therefore, come back. :

O' the other side, The policy of those crafty Hect. Æneas is a-field ;

swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten dry And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,

cheese, Nestor : and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, Even in the faith of valour, to appear

-is not proved worth a blackberry : They set This morniug to them.

me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against Pri. But thou shalt not go.

that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles : and now is Hect. I must not break my faith.

the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and You know me dutiful ; therefore, dear Sir, will not arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians Let me not shame respect ; but give me leave begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows To take that course by your consent and voice,

into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. and t'other

Cas. 0 Priam, yield not to him.
And. Do not, dear father.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Hect. Audromache, I am offended with you : | Tro. Fly not ; for, should'st thou take the Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

river Styx,
Erit ANDROMACRE. I would swim after.
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Dio, Thou dost miscal retire :
Makes all these bodements.

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Cas. O farewell, dear Hector.

Withdrew ine from the odds of multitude : Look, now thou diest! look, how thy eye turns Have at thee! pale !

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian 1-now for Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! thy whore, Trojan !-- now the sleeve, now the Hark, how Troy roars i how Hecuba cries out! | sleeve! How' poor Audromache shrills her dolours [Exeunt TROILUs and DIOMEDES, fighting.

forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,

Enter HECTOR. Like witless antics, one another meet,

Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for And all cry--Hector! Hector's dead! O

Hector's match tor!

Art thou of blood, and honour Tro. Away 1.-Away!

Ther. No, no :1 am a rascal ; a scurvy rail. Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft :-Hector, I take my ing knave ; a very tilthy rogue. leave :

Hect. I do believe thee live.

[Erit. Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.

Ther. God a-Inercy, that thou wilt believe me;

(Erit. But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! Hert You are amat'd, my liege, at her er. Wbat's become of the wenching rogues ? i think claim :

they have swallowed one another: I would laugh

at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats it. • Rueful, woeful. + Mercy self. I'll seek them.


SCENE V.--The same.


Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face

thou traitor, Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse ! horse ;

Dio. Hal art thou there? Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid :

Ajax. P'll fight with bim alone : stand, DioFellow, commend my service to her beauty ;

med. Tell her, I have cbastis'd the amorous Trojan, Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. And am her knight by proof.

Tro. Come both, you cogging + Greeks; bave Seru. I go, my lord.


at you both.

(Exeunt, fighting. Brler AGAMEMNON.

Enter HECTOR. Acam. Renew, renew! The tierce Polydamas Hect. Yea, Troilus Oh! well fought my Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon

youngest brother! Hath Doreus prisoner: And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,

Enter ACHILLES. Upon the pashed + corses of the kings

Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain :

thee, Hector, Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt ;

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes

Achil. I do disdaiu thy courtesy, proud Tro. Sore hut and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary

jan. Appals our numbers ; baste we, Diomed,

Be happy, that my arms are out of use : To reinforcement, or we perisb all.

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,

But thou anon sbalt hear of me again;
Till when go seek thy fortune.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Acbilles ; Hect. Fare thee well :-
And bid the suail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame. I would have been much more a fresher man,
There is a thousand Hectors in the field :

Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Now here he fights ou Galatbe bis horse, And there lacks Work; anon, he's there afoot,

Re-enter TROILUS. And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls i Tro. Ajax bath ta'en Æneas ; Shall it be? Before the belching wbale; then is be yonder, No, by the flame of yosider glorious heaven, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, He sball not carry I him ; I'll be taken too, Fall down before bim, like the mower's swath: Or bring him off :Fate, hear me what I say ! Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves, and I reck ý not though I end my life to-day. (Exit. Dexterity so obeying appetite,

(takes; That what he will be does ; and does so much,

Enter one in sumptuous Armour. That proof is call'd impossibility.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

goodly mark: Enter ULYSSES.

No ? wilt thou not - I like thy armour well; Ulyss. Oh ! courage, courage, princes! great l'Il frush || it, and unlock the rivets all, Achilles

but I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou wot, be Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance :

abide 1 Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Why, then, tly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

Exeunt. That noseless, handless, back'd and chipp'd, come to him,

SCENE VII.-The same. Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Aud foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr. Roaring for Troilus ; who hath done to-day

midons ; Mad and fantastic execution ;

Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel : Engaging and redeeming of himself,

Strike lot a stroke, but keep yourselves in With such a careless force, and forceless care,

breath ; A, if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

And when I have the bloody Hector found, Bade him win all.

Empale him with your weapons round about ;

In fellest inanner execute { your arms.
Enter AJAX.

Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye :
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Erit. It is decreed-Hector the great must die.
Dio. Ay, there, there.

(Exeunt. Nest. So, so, we draw together.

SCENE VIII.--The same.
Achil. Where is this Hector ?

Enter MENAELATS and FARIS, fighting: then Come, come, thou boy-queller, 5 show thy face ;

THERSITES. Kuow what it is to meet Achilles angry.

I Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are Hector! where's Hector ? I will none but Hec-at it: Now, buill now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! now tor.


my double-henned sparrow I'lon, Paris, 'loo ! The

bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho ! SCENE 'I.-Another part of the Field.

(Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter AJAX.

Enter MARGARELON. Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou ?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Dio. Troilus, I say I where's Troilus?

Ther. I ani a bastard too ; I love bastards : 1 Ajar. What would'st thou?

am a bastard beget, bastard instructed, bastard Dio. I would correct bin.

in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illeAjax. Were I the general thou should'st

Igitimate. One bear will not bite anotber, and have my office,

(Troilus !

wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the Ere that correctiou :-Troilus, I say! what,

wal, quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a


• Lance.

Shoal of Ash.

Brused, crushed,


• Not be a looken-on. • Prevail orer. Care.

+ Lying. Burst



wbore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment :

Enter TroiLUS. Farewell, bastard.

Tro. Hector is slain. Mar. The devil take thee, coward !

Al. Hector 1-The gods forbid ! [Exeunt. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,

[field. SCBNE IX.-Another part of the field. lu beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Enter HECTOR.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with

speed ! Hect. Most putritied core, so fair without, Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy ! Thy goodly armour thus bath cost thy life. | I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Now is my day's work done! I'll take good breath:

And linger not our sure destructions on ! Rest, sword; thou hast thy till of blood and Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. deat.!

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so : Puts of his helmet, and hangs his shield I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ; behind him.

But dare all imm'mence, that gods and men,

Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to Let him that will a screech-owl aye • be callo, set:

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : There is a word will Priam turn to stone ; Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Te close the day up Hector's life is done.

Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word, Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Scare Troy out of itself, But, march, away : Greek.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike ; this is the man Stay yet ;-You vile abominable tents.
I scek.

(HECTOR falls. Thus proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains,
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. I'll through and through you And thou great-
On, Myrimidons : and cry you all amain,

siz'd coward ! Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates :

[A Retreat sounded. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, Strike a free march to Troy !-with confort go : my lord.

Hope of revenge shall bide our inward woe. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads

Exeunt ENEAS and TROJANS. the earth, And, stickler + like, the armies separates.

As Troilus is going out, enter from the other My half-supp'd sword, that frankly I would

side, PANDARUS. have fed,

Pan. But hear you, hear you ! Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Tro. Hence, broker lackey I ignomy I and [Sheaths his sword.

shame Come, ne his body to my horse's tail;

Pursue thy life, and live aye s with thy name! Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Ereunt.


Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching SCENE X.-The same.

bones !--O world! world! world! thus is the Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NES

poor agent despised ! O traitors and bawds,

how earnestly are you set a' work, and how il TOR, DIOXEDES, and others marching.

reqnited l Shouts within.

Why should our endeavour be so

loved, and the peformance so loathed i what Agam. Hark! hark ! what shont is that ?

verse for it? what instance for it ?- Let me Nest. Peace, drums.

see: [Within) Achilles

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Achilles ! Hector's slain ! Achilles !

Till he hath lost his honey and his sting : Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain and by And being once subdued in armed tail, Achilles.

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Great Hector was as good a man as he.

cloths. Agam. March patiently along :- Let one be As many as be here of Pander's hall, sent

| Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

| Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, If in his death the gods have us befriended, | Though not for me, yet for your acbing bones. Great Troy is our's, and our sharp wars are Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, ended. [Eveunt, marching. Some two months hence my will shall here be

made; SCENE XI.-- Another part of the field. It should be now, but that my fear is this,Enter Æneas and TROJANS.

Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss :

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Ene. Stann, no! yet are we masters of the And, at that time, bequeath you any diseases. field :

(Exit. Nove“ go home : bere starve we out the vight.

• Ever. + Pitched. Ignominy. Ever. • Take not this advantage.

I Canvas hangings for rooms painted wih emblems Ag arbitrator at Athletic Eames.

and mottos. Noise, rumour.

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