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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
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 :-I shall be plagu'd
Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.-
Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore.
Ulyss. Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation+ 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
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy
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,
Ulyss. O, contain yourself;
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 Cres
[Exeunt TROILUS, ENEAS, and ULYSSES. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue DioI would croak like a raven; I would bode, 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
If beauty have a soul, this is not she; [sida: SCENE III.-Troy.-Before PRIAM's Palace.
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
This was not she. O madness of discourse,
Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently
To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish*
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
And. O be persuaded: Do not count it holy
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: Unarm, sweet Hector.
Hect. 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-deart than life.
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; dofft 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!
Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight 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, 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
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
Tro. Let me read.
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 toge
My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds.
[Exeunt severally. SCENE IV-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Ill go look on. 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 proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve,
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. 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 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.
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there they fly, or die, like scaled scullst 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 proof is call'd impossibility. That what he will, he does; and does so much,
Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great
Is arming, weeping, cursing,, vowing ven[geance: Patroclus wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. What would'st thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.
* Lance. 4 Killer.
Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware
Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what,
Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Dio. Ha! art thou there?
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand,
[Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I Dio-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,
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.* Tro. Come both, you coggingt Greeks; have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting.
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; 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 recks not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.
Enter one in sumptuous Armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:
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,
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 breath': [death! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter ACHILLES and 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,
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy down; [bone.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. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.[Sheaths his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
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
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.In 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: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; But dare all imminence, 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:
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; + Pitched, fixed.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.[go: Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort 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
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.
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made;
As many as be here of pander's hall,
It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.
+ Ever. t Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottos.