Scene III. Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub- Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Tro. It is. Ulyss. Why stay we then? to my sou Of every syllable that here was spoke. That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Was Cressid here? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. She was not sure. Ulyss. Most sure she was. Tro. Why, my negation ¶ hath no taste of madness. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood !** Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida: This was not she. O madness of discourse, And with another knot, five-finger tied, Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. ¶¶ Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Ulyss. Oh! contain yourself; Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, [Exeunt TROILUS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES. SCENE III.-Troy.-Before PRIAM'S Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. 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 day. Hect. No more, I say. Enter CASSANDRA. Cas. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in in tent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Cas. Oh! 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 And. Oh! be persuaded: Do not count it To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the But vows, to every purpose, must not hold : Hect. Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Enter TROILUS. How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to- And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry: 1 Put off. Let grow thy sinews til their knots be strong, Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Hect. Oh! 'tis fair play. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Hect. How now? how now? Tro. For the love of all the gods, Hect. Fie, savage, fie! Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and 'Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR. 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 Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick 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, Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Fall altogether. Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: 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 toge- My love with words and errors still she feeds; [Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one auother; I'll go look on. This dissembling abo minable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; visions; Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, Hect. Eneas is a-field; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Pri. But thou shalt not go. Hect. I must not break my faith. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, now thou diest! look, how thy eye turns Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hec- Tro. Away!--Away! Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft :-Heotor, I take my leave : that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. 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. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the suail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galatbe 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 Dexterity so obeying appetite, [takes; That what he will be does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. Oh! courage, courage, princes! great Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day With such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter AJAX. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Dio. Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Where is this Hector? tor. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; Why, then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. SCENE VII.-The same. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. midons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: And when I have the bloody Hector found, Come, come, thou boy-queller, § show thy face; Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. What would'st thou ? Dio. I would correct him. SCENE VIII.-The same. [Exeunt. Enter MENAELAUS and FARIS, fighting: then THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, buil! 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. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begct, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and [Troilus! wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a Ajax. Were I the general thou should'st have my office, I seek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thon next ! now, Troy, sink down ; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrnidons : 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. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler + like, the armies separates. Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.— SCENE X.-The same. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector?-The gods forbid ! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, {field.In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful 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. Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; But dare all imm'mence, that gods and men, Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Scare Troy out of itself, But, march, away : Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents. Thus proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains, Let Titan rise as early as he dare, I'll through and through you !-And thou greatsiz'd coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Exeunt ENEAS and TROJANS. AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! Exit TROILUS. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NES-LOW earnestly are you set a' work, and how il and others marching TOR, DIOMEDES, Shouts within. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones -O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the peformance so loathed ? what verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. || As many as be here of Pander's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this,- . Ever. + Pitched. 1 Ignominy. Ever. Canvas hangings for rooms painted with emblems and mottos. |