lish more,

Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,* Without perdition, and loss assume all reason And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid !

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; Within my soul there doth coinmence a fight And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate

Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st on thy Divides more wider than the sky and earth; It should be challenged.

(horn, And yet the spacious breadth of this division Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis pasa;- And Admits no oritice for a point, as subtle yet it is not ;

As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter. I will not keep my word.

Instance, ( instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Dio. Why then, farewell;

Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaThou never shalt mock Diomed again. Cres. You shall not go:- One cannot speak Instance, o instance! strong as heaven itself; a word,

The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolv'd, But it straight starts you.

and loos’d; Dio. I do not like this fooling.

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 besi.

The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

reliques Cres. Ay, come:-( Jove!-

Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. Do come :- 1 shall be plagu'd

Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd Dio. Farewell till then.

With that which here his passion doth express? Cres. Good night. I prythee, come.-- Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged

[Erit DIOMEDES. In characters as red as Mars his heart (well Troilus, farewell ! one eye yet looks on thee; Infiam'd with Venus: never did young man But with my heart the other eye doth see.

fancy* Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. * The error of our eye directs our mind : Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, What error leads, must err; ( then, conclude, So much by weight hate I her Diomed: Niinds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.' That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm;

[ Exit CRESSIDA. Were it a casquet compos’d by Vulcan's skill, Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub- My sword should bite it: not the dreadful

spout, Inless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Which shipmen do the hurricano call Clyss. All's done, my lord.

Constring'dt in mass by the almighty son, Tro. It is.

Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear Ulyss. Why stay we then ?

In his descent, than shall my prompted sword Tro. To make a recordationt to my soul Falling on Diomed. Ot every syllable that here was spoke.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.ş But, if I tell how these two did co-act

Tro. ( Cressid! 0 false Cressid! false, Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?

false, false! Sithi yet there is a credenceġ in my heart, Let all untruíhs stand by thy stained name, An esperancell so obstinately strong,

And they'll seem glorious.
That doth invert the attests of eyes and ears; Clyss. 0, contain yourself;
As if those organs had deceptious functions, Your passion draws ears hither.
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?

Enter Eneas.
Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Æne. I have been seeking you this bour, Tro. She was not sure. Ulyss. Most sure she was. Tro. Why, my.negation** hath no taste of Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; madness.

Tro. Have with you, prince:-Ny courteUlyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here

ous lord adieu: but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood!tt Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

Farewell, revolted fair !-and, Diomed, Think, we had mothers; do not give advan

Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. tage

Tro. Accept distracted thanks. To stubborn critics :-apt, without a theme,

[Exeunt TROILUS, Æneas, and Ulysses. For depravation,-to square the general sex By Cressid's rule : rather think this not Cres- med! I would croak like a raven; I would

Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diosid.

bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can any thing for the intelligence of this whore :

soil our mothers ? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were than he for a commodious drab. Lechery,

the parrot will not do more for an almond, she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own holds fashion: A burning devil take them!

lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else eyes?

Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cres.
If beauty have a soul, this is not she; [sida : SCENE 111.-Troy.-Before Priam's Palace.
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,

Enter Hector and ANDROMACHE.
If there be rule in unity itself,
This was not she. O madness of discourse,

And. When was my lord so much ungently *That cause sets up with and against itself!

temper'd, Bifold authority!' where reason can revolt

To stop his ears against admonishment ?

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. * The stara, + Remembrance. (Beliei || Hope. | Testimony

* Love.

7. Helmet. 1 Compresso * Denial. ti For the sake of. +1 Cynics.


my lord :


1 Since.

me swear.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you Hect. Troilus, I would not have you figh! by all the everlasting gods, I'll go. in : to-day. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous Tro. Who should withhold me? to the day.

Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Hect. No more, I say.

Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;

Not Priamos and Hecuba on knees,

Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;

Nor you, my brother, with your true sword Cas. Where is my brother Hector ?

drawn, And. Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in in. Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way, tent:

But hy my ruin.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we hjm on knees; for I have dream'd

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold hine
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of

fast: slaughter.

He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Cas. 0, it is true.

Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound!

Fall all together. Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: sweet brother.

Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard visions;

Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish* Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, vows;

To tell thee—that this day is ominous:
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Therefore, come back.
Than spoited livers in the sacrifice.

Hect. Æneas is a-field;
And. 0! be persuaded: Do not count it And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,

Even in the faith of valour, to appear
To burt by being just: it is as lawful, This morning to them.
For we would give much, to use violent thefts, Pri. But thou shalt not go.
And rob in the behalf of charity,

Hect. I must not break my faith.
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the You know me dutiful; therefore, dear Sir,

Let me not shame respect; but give me leave But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: To take that course by your consent and voice Unarm, sweet Hector.

Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. Hect. Hold you still, I say;

Cas. () Priam, yield not to him. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: And. Do not, dear father. Lite every man holds dear; but the dear man Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Holds honour far more precious-deart than Upon the love you bear me, get you in. life.


Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious
Makes all these bodements.


Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye to-day?

turns pale! And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!

[Exit CASSANDRA. Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; dofit thy How poor Andromache shrills her dolours harness, youth,

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

Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, Like witless antics, one another meet, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! () Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave

Hector! boy,

Tro. Away!-Away! I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Cas. Farewell.—Yet, soft :-Hector, I take Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in

my leave: Which better fits a lion than a man. [you, Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide

[Exit. me for it.

Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exTro. When many times the captive Grecians

claim :

(fight; fall,

Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,

Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at You bid them rise, and live.

night. Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.

Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety staw, Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

about thee! Hect. How now? how now?

[Exeunt sererally Priam and Hecto2. Tro. For the love of all the gods,

Alarums. Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed And when we have our armours buckled on,

believe, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.||

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other Hect. Fie, savage, fie!

side, PANDARUS. Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear Foolish. + Valuable.

Tro. What now?
Nueful, woeful


Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.

* Put off.

Tro. Let me read.

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty ; Pan. A whoreson piisick, a whoreson ras- Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, cally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish | And am her knight by proof. fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit SERVANT another, that I shall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too:

Enter AGAMCMNON. and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a Agam Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon on't.- What says she there?

Hath Doreus prisoner: Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,*

from the heart; [Tearing the letter. Upon the pashedt corses of the kings The effect doth operate another way.

Epistrophus and Cediuss Polixenes is slain ; Go, wind to wind, there turn and change toge- Amphimachus, and Thors, deadly hurt; ther.

Patroclus ta'en, or slaid; and Palamedes My love with words and errors still she feeds; Sore hurt and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary But edifies another with her deeds.

Appals our numbers ; kaste we, Diomed,

[Exeunt severally. To reinforcement, or we perish all. SCENE 1V.-Between Troy and the Grecian


Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; Alarums : Excursions. Enter THERSITES. And bid the snail-pac'ı Ajax arm for shame.

There is a thousand Hectors in the field : Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Ill go look on. That dissembling abo- And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,

Now here he fights or: Galathe his horse, minable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls: Troy there, in his helin: I would fain see them aneet; that that same young Trojan ass, that

And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, loves the whore there, might send that Greek- Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and

Fall down before hija, like the mower's swath: ish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, Dexterity so obeying appetite, back to the dissembling, luxurious drab, on a That what he will, le does; and does so much,

[takes; sleeveless errand. O'she other side, The po. That proof is call'd impossibility. licy of those crafty swearing rascals,-ihat stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor;

Enter ULYSSES. and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,- is not proved worth a blackberry :- They set me up, in po

Ulyss. O, courace, courage, princes! great

Achilles licy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog Is arming, weeping; cursing,,, vowing, ven,

[geance: of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will Patroclus' wounds have rous’d his drowsy nui arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians be

blood, gin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp’d,

Together with his mangled Myrmidons, into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.

come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Enter DIOMEDES, Troilus following. And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and

at it, Tro. Fly not ; for, should’st thou take the Roaring for 'Troilus; who hath done to-day

river Styx, I would swim aiter.

Mad and fantastic execution ; Dio. Thou dost miscall retire:

Engaging and redeeming of himself, I do not fly ; but advantageous care

With such a careless force, and forceless care, Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:

As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Have at thee!

Bade him win all. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !-now for

Enter AJAX. thy whore, Trojan !-now ihe sleeve, now the sleeve!

Ajar. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. [Exeunt Troilus und DIOMEDES, fighting.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for
Hector's match?

Achil. Where is this Hector ?
Art thou of blood, and honour?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, ý show thy face; Ther. No, do:—1 am a rascal; a scurvy rail.

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. ing knave; a very filthy rogue.

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hec. Hect. I do believe thee ;-lire. (Exit.


[Exeunt. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting

SCENE VI.- Another part of the Field. me? What's become of the wenching rogues ?

Enter AJAX. I think, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort,

Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.


thy head! SCENE V.-The sine.


Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

Ajax. What would'st thou ?

Dio. I would correct him. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse ;

* Lance. + Pruised, crushed. Shoal officer Present tise fair steed to my lady Cressid:

$ Killer

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Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'waro have my office,

(Troilus! horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS. Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what,

Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face,

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou ?
thou traitor,

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse !
Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards:1 Ajax. I'll fight with bim alone: stand, Dio- am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard med.

in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illeDio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.*

gitimate, One bear will not bite another, and Tro. Come both, you coggingt Greeks; quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a

wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting?

whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement:

Farewell, bastard.
Enter Hector.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward! (Exeunt. Hect. Yea, Troilus? 0, well fought, my youngest brother!

SCENE IX.- Another part of the Field.

Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha! Have at

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, thee, Hector.

Thy goodly arinour thus hath cost thy life. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good Achil. I do 'disdain thy courtesy, Froud


(death! Trojan.

Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and Be happy, that my arms are out of use :

[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield My rest and negligence befriend thee now,

behind him. But thou anon shalt hear of me again;

Enter ACHILLES und Myrmidons.
Till when, go seek thy fortune. [Exit.
Hect. Fare thee well :-

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to I would have been much more a fresher man,

set; Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:

Even with the veil and dark’ning of the sun, Re-enter TROILUS,

To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect. I ain unarm’d; forego this vantage,* Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?

Greek. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man He shall not carry + kim; I'll be taken too,

I seek.

[HECTOR falls Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say ! So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink I recký not though I end my life to-day. (Exit.



Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy Euter one in sumptuous Armour.

On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. hiect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

(A Retreat sounded, goodly mark :

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. No? wilt thou not ?-1 like thy armour well;

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, I'll frush|| it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it:—Wilt thou not, beast, Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads abide?

the earth, Why then, fiy on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

And, stickler+ like, the armies separates.

(Exeunt. | My half-supp'd sword, that frankly + would SCENE VII.--The same.

have fed,

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.

[Sheaths his sword. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr- Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; midons;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel : Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in

SCENE X.-The same. breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found,

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, Menelaus, NesEmpale him with your weapons round about;

TOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts

within. In fellest manner execute your arms. Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye : Agam. Hark! bark! what shout is that? It is decreed-Hector the great must die. Nest. Peace, drums.

[Exeunt. (Within) Achilles !

Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !
SCENE VIII.-The same.

Dio. The bruit g is-Hector's slain, and by

Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting: then

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;

Great Hector was as good a man as he. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker Agum. Marcb patiently along :-Let one be are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris,

sent loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, To pray Achilles see us at our tent.* Not be a Innker on. + Lying.

* Take not this advantage : Prevail OCI.

6 Care.

† An arbitrator at athletic games. * Fattenia # Burst. Enploy

Noise, rumour

my lord,

If in his death the gods have us befriended, I'll haunt thee like a wire conscience stil, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are That mouldeth goblins swift a3 freozy ended. [Exeunt, marching. thoughts.

[go: SCENE XI. - Another part of the field.

Strike a free march to Troy!--with comfort

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Enter ÆNEAS and TROJANS.

[Exeunt Æneas and TROJANS Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:

As Troilus is going out, enter from the other Never go home; here starve we out the night.


Pan. But hear you, hear you !

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy* and Tro. Hector is slain.

shame All. Hector?—The gods forbid!

Pursue thy life, and live ayet with thy name. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's

[Exit Troiles horse's tail,

[field. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching an beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful bones!—O) world? world! world! thus is the Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, speed!

(Troy! how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at requited! Why should our endeavour be so I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, loved, and the performance so loathed? what And singer not our sure destructions on !

verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:

Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;

And being once subdued in armed tail, But dare all imminence, that gods and men,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?!

painted cloths. Let him that will a screech-owlaye* be call?d: Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall:

As many as be here of pander's hall,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Héctor's dead:
There is a word will Þriam turn to stope;

Or, if you cannot weep, yet give soine groans, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Though not for

me, yet for your aching bones. Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,

Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:

Some two months hence my will shall here be Hector is dead; there is no more to say.

made; Stay yet;—You vile abominable tents,

It should be now, but that my fear is this, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; I'll through and through you! And thou, And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. great-siz'd coward!

[Erit. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;

* Igominy

+ 2. 1 Canvis hangings for rooms, minted wiet echte † Pitched, Alxed


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