Life every Man holds dear, but the dear Man Enter Troilus. How now, young man; mean'st thou to fight to day? LExit Caffandra. Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong, Troi. 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. Troi. When many times the Captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair Sword, You bid them rife, and live. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Troi. Fools Play, by Heaven, Hector. Hect. How now? how now? Troi. For th' love of all the Gods, Let's leave the Hermit Pity with our Mothers; Troi. Hector, then 'tis Wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to day. Not Fate, Obedience, nor the Hand of Mars, Their Eyes o'er-galled with recourfe of Tears; Enter Enter Priam and Caffandra Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: He is thy Crutch; now if thou loose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee Fall all together. Priam, Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy Wife hath Dreamt; thy Mother hath had Visions; Am like a Prophet, fuddenly enrapt, Hect. Æneas is a-field, And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks, Priam, Ay, but thou shalt not go. You know me Dutiful, therefore, dear Sir, Helt. Andromache, I am offended with you: [Exit Andromache. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious Girl, Makes all these bodements. Caf. O farewel, dear Hector: Look how thou dieft; look how thy Eyes turn pale; Caf. Farewel: Yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave; A a 4 Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her Exclaim: Go in and cheer the Town, we'll forth and fight; Do deeds of praife, and tell you them at Night. Priam. Farewel: The Gods with fafety stand about thee. [Alarum Troi. They are at it, hark: Proud Diomede, believe I come to lole my Arm, or win my Sleeve. Enter Pandarus. Pand. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear? Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poor Girl. Pand. A whorfon Ptifick, a whorfon rafcally Ptifick, fo troubles me; and the foolish Fortune of this Girl, and what one thing, and what another, that I fhall leave you one o'thefe days; and I have a Rheum in mine Eyes too, and fuch an ach in my Bones, that unless a Man were Curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there? Trai. Words, Words, meer Words; no Matter from the Heart. Th' Effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the Letter. Go Wind to Wind, there turn and change together: Pard. Why, but hear you. Troi. Hence, Brothel Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame Purfue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Field between Troy and Alarum. the Camp. Enter Therfites. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on: That diffembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young Knave's Sleeve of Troy, there in his Helm: I would fain fee them neet, that, that fame young Trojan Afs, that loves the Whore there, might fend that Greekish Whore-masterly Vilain, with the Sleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious Drab, Drab, of a fleeveless Errant. O'th' t'other fide, the Policy of thofe crafty fwearing Rafcals, that stale old Moufe-eaten dry Cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox Vlyffes is not prov'd worth a Blackberry. They fet me up in Policy that mungril 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 began to proclaim Barbarism, and Policy grows into an ill Opinion. Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes Sleeve, and t' other. Troi. Fly not; for should'st thou take the River Styx, I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire: I do not fly, but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of Multitude: Have at thee. [They go off fighting. Ther. Hold thy Whore, Grecian: Now for thy Whore, Trojan: Now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve. 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 fcurvy 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 fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that Miracle-yet in a fort, Letchery eats it felf: I'll feek them. [Exit. Enter Diomede and Servant. Dio. Go, go, my Servant, take thou Troilus's Horfe, Fellow, commend my Service to her Beauty: Ser. I go, my Lord. Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: Baftard Margarelon Hath Hath Dorens Prisoner, And ftands, Coloffus wife, waving his Beam, Enter Neftor. Neft. Go bear Patroclus's Body to Achilles, That what he will, he does, and does fo much, Enter Ulyffes. Viyf. Oh, Courage, Courage, Princes; great Achilles That nofelefs, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With fuch a careless Force, and forcelefs Care, As if that Luck, in very spight of Cunning, bad him win al'. Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward, Troilus. Dio. Ay, there, there. Neft. So, fo, we draw together. [Exit. [Exeunt. Enter |