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Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.-
SCENE 1V.--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 knave's sleeve of Troy there, ia his helm : I would fain see them meet ; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-masterly 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 caten 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, Achil les; 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:
Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore,
[Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes fighting.
Ther. No, no :- I am a rascal ; a scurvy railing krave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee:-live.
[Erit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's be come 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. (Exit. SCENE V-The same. Enter Diomedes and a Ser
vant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof.
I go, my lord. [Exit Serv.
And bid the snail-pae'd Ajax arm for shamc-
Ay, there, there. Next. So, so, we draw together.
Enter Achilles. Achil.
Where is this Hector ? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face ; Know what 'tis to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector: I will none but Hector.
(Exeunt. SCENE VI.- Another Part of the Field. Enter Ajas. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
What would'st thou ?
office, Ere that correction :--Troilus, I way! what, Troilus!
Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou
Dio. Ha! art thou there?
[Excunt fighting Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Enter Achilles Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-have at thee, Hec
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Fare thee well Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. I would have been much more a fresher man,
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, ıny tond. Had I expected thce.-How now, my brother? Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the Re-enter Troilus.
earth, Tro. Ajax, hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
And, stiekler like, the armies separates. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fet, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say!
(Sheathes his word. I reck not thongh I end my life to-day.. [Exit. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Excunt. Hect. Stand, stand, thqu Greek ; thou art a goodly mark:
SCENE X.-The same. Enler Agamemnon, Ajas, No? wilt thou not ?-I like thy armour well;
Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and othera, marching I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
Peace, drus SCENE VII.-I he same. Enter Achilles, with Myr
Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! midons.
Diq. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Achilles Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons ;
Ajar. If it be sq, yet bragless let it be; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel :
Great Hector was as good a man as he. Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath ;
dga. March patiently along :-Let one be sent And when I have the bloody Hector found,
To pray Achilles see us at our tentEmpale him with your weapons round about; If in his death the gods have us befriended, In fellest manner execute your arms.
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye :
[Exeunt, marching It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.
SCENE XL-Another Part of the field. Enter Ene SCENE VIII-The same, Enter Menelaus and Par
as and Trojans. is lighting. Then Thersites.
Ænc. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at
Never go home; here starve we out the night. it: Now, bull! now, dug! 'Loo, Paris, loo! Now my double-benned sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull
Exier Troilus. has the game:-ware horns, ho!
Tro. Hector is slain. [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Hector ?-The gods forbid ! Enter Margarelon.
Tro. He's dead ; and at the murderer's horse's tail, Nar. Turn, slave, and fight.
In beastly sort. dragg'd through the shanteful field
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Ther. What art thou? Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bas
And linger not our sure destructions on ! tard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear
Æne. My lond, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so; will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ;
But dare all imminence, that gods and men if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! judgement: Farewell, bastard !
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Excunt.
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be called, SCENE IX.- Another Part of the field. Enter Hec-Go into Troy, and say there~Hector's dead :
There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Hect. Most putrifierd core, so fair without,
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word, Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath :
Scare Troy out of itself. Bat, march, away: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
Hector is dead ; there is no more to say.
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as le dare,
I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-siz'd
coward! How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun,
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
That moulleth goblins swift às frenzy thoughts.-, Plect. I am unarin'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek,
Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go : Achil. Strike, fellow's, strike; this is the man I seek.
Hope of revenge sball hide our inward woe.
[Hector fells. 80, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
[Excunt Æneas and Trajane, Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Dn, Myrmidons; and ery you all amain,
Pandaruse Achilles hath the mighty Hætor slain.
Pan. But hear you, hear you! [ 4 Rrircat souneedle Tro. Hence, broker lackey ! ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exil. As many as be here of pander's hall,
Pan. A goodly med'eine for my aching bones !-0 Your eyes, half ont, weep out at Pandar's fall : world! world ! world ! thus is the poor agent despis | Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, ed! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' | Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeav-Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, our be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what | Some two months hence my will shall here be made : verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see: It should be now, but that my fear is this,
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for enses ; Till he hath lost his honey and his sting:
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. (Erit. 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.
Cymbeline, king of Britain.
Cornelius, a physician
Two Gentlemen. D
Queen, wife to Cymbeline.
psons to Cymbeline, disguised under the Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen. Arviragus,
names of Polydore and Cadwal, sup Helen, woman to Imogen.
posed sons to Belarius. Philario, friend to Posthumus,} Italians.
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appari. Iachimo, friend to Philario,
tions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish A French Gentleman, friend to Philario.
Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Caius Lucius, general of the Roman forces.
Messengers, and other Attendants,
SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy.
2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?
1 Gent, I cannot delve him to the root: his father SCENE I.-Britain. The Garden behind Cymbe- || Was call'a Sicilius, who did join his honour, line's Palace. Enter two Gentlemen.
Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; 1 Gentleman.
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom Y
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success :
So gaind the suraddition, Leonatus:
Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time, 2 Gent.
But what's the matter? Died with their swords in hand ; for which their father 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom, || (Then old and fond of issue.) took such sorrow, whom
That he quit being ; and his gentle lady, He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd That late he married.) hath referr'd herself
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe Unto a poor but worthy gentleman : She's wedded; To lis protection ; calls him Posthumus; iler husband banishd; she imprison'd: all
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king Puts him to all the learnings that his time Be touch'd at very heart.
Could make him the receiver of'; which he took, 2 Gent.
None but the king? As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and 1 Gent, 'He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, || In his spring became a harvest : Liv'd in court, That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, (Which rare it is to do,) most prais’d, most lov'd: Although they wear their faces to the bent
A sample to the youngest ; to the more mature, Of the king's looks, hath a beart that is not
A glass that feated them; and to the graver, Glad at the thing they scowl at.
A child that guided dotards : to his mistress, 2 Gent.
And why so? For whom he now is banishd,-her own price 1 Gent. He that bath miss’d the princess, is a thing Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ; Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, By her election may be truly read, (I mean, that married her,-alack, good map ! What kind of man he is. And therefore banishd) is a creature such
I honour him As, to seek through the regions of the earth
Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, For one his like, there would be something failing Is she sole child to the king? In him that should compare. I do not think,
His only child. So fair an outward, and such stuff' within,
He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Endows a man but be.
Mark it.) the eldest of them at three years old, 2 Gent. You speak him far.
I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Were stolen ; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Crush him together, rather than unfold
Which way they went. Uis measure duly.
Ilow long is this ago?