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Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my
fate : Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
Enter TROILUS. 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 : Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. 'Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.
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? chide me
for it. 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. 0, 'tis fair play.
Fool's play, by Heaven, Hector.
For the love of all the gods,
Hect. Fye, savage, fye!
Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day,
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
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 Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee that this day is ominous : Therefore, come back.
Æneas is a-field;
But thou shalt not go.
you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with
1: Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
[Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements. Cas.
O farewell, dear Hector,
Andromache shrills her dolours forth !
-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.
Pri. Farewell : the gods with safety stand about
thee! [Exeunt severally Priam and HECTOR.
Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my
As TROIlus is going out, enter, from the other
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, 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; But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally.
Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. 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 knaye'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 sleeveess 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 black-berry :-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 proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t’other.
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.
Thou dost miscall retire ::