Dio. I shall have it. Cres. What, this? Dio. Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-0 pretty pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking in his bed As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed: 'faith, you shall not; I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? Lio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. Whose was it? 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 it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd. 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 recordation to my soul Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past ;-And This was not she. O madness of discourse, yet it is not; I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. That cause sets up with and against itself! Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak Within my soul there doth commence a fight 2 word, But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that, that likes | Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle 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.- As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter. And with another knot, five-finger tied, Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half-attach'd With that which here his passion doth express? Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well In characters as red as Mars his heart With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter ENEAS. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy ; Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, [Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. Ther. Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: A burning devil take them! [Exit. SCENE III-Troy. Before PRIAM's palace. Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in; Enter CASSANDRA. Cas. Where is my brother Hector? 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: Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, 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, Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight today. Tro. Who should withhold me? Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; 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. Eneas 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. Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft:-Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim: Goin, 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 sleeve. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side PANDARUS. Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Tro. What now? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. 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 together. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds. Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one an other; I'll 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 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, and t'other. Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: 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. 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, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, 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 takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter one in sumptuous armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not ?—I like thý armour well; I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: SCENE VIII.-The same. [Excunt. Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, loo! now my double-henn'd sparrow ! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX.—Another part of the field. 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: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! [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 vail and dark'ning of the sun, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man CA 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.- Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts within. Agum. Hark! hark! what shout is that? 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. Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent.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 ENEAS 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, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy ! I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destruction on! |