Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,* And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st on thy It should be challenged. [horn, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-And yet it is not; I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a word, But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. Without perdition, and loss assume all reason ven: Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself; The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and loos'd; And with another knot, five-finger tied, Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, not you, pleases me best. Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? Do come:-1 shall be plagu'd Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.[Exit DIOMEDES. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind: What error leads, must err; O then, conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit CRESSIDA. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordationt to my soul 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!tt Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. 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. Which shipmen do the hurricano call Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. To stubborn critics-apt, without a theme, 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 CresIf beauty have a soul, this is not she; [sida: If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself, This was not she. O madness of discourse, That cause sets up with and against itself! Bifold authority! where reason can revolt [Exeunt TROILUS, ENEAS, and ULYSSES. I would croak like a raven; I would Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diobode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, the parrot will not do more for an almond, holds fashion: A burning devil take them! lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else [Exit. How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to-day? 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: I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rise, and live. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Tro. For the love of all the gods, Hect. Fie, savage, fie! Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you figh to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me? Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him. fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions; Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Hect. Æneas 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. 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. [Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious Makes all these bodements. [girl Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! Tro. Let me read. Pan. A whoreson plisick, 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: Ánd I have a rheum in mine eyes too: and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't. 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; Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Ill look on. go 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 whoremasterly 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-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 proclairi 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, I would swim after. Dio. Thou dost miscall 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 railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. 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 them." SCENE V.-The same. Enter DIOMEDES and a SERVANT. [Exit. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; That proof is call'd impossibility. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. What would'st thou ? Dio. I would correct him. * Lance. Killer Ajax. Were 1 the general, thou should'st Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware have my office, [Troilus! horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; 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 recký not though I end my life to-day. [Exit. Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a 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. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, [Exeunt. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate, One bear will not bite another, and quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement: 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, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and breath': [death! [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES und Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; [bone.-Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy On, Myrmidons; 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 AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within] Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! Dio. The bruit § is-Hector's slain, and by Achilles. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was as good a man as he. Agum. March patiently along :-Let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent. Take not this advantage Noise, rumour. ↑ Fattenin If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XI.-Another part of the Field. Enter NEAS and TROJANS. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector?-The gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, [field.an beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! [Troy! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at 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: Let him that will a screech-owl aye* be call'd, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; † Pitched, fixed. • Στα I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience stiil, 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! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live ayet with thy name. [Exit TROILUS Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: It should be now, but that my fear is this,- * Ignominy. [Exit. t Canvas hangings for rooms, printed with emblems And notio |