Dio. Whose was it ?| Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: 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. And with another knot, five-finger-tied, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past,-And yet Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. it is not; I will not keep my word. Dro. But it straight starts you. I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best. Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? Cres. Ay, come:-O Jove Do come:-I shall be plagu'd. Dio. Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come. Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express? Tro. Greek; and that shall be divulged In characters as red as Mars his heart With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; [Exit Diomedes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind; 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. All's done, my lord. It is. Tro. 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 mad eyes? Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : This was not she. O madness of discourse, 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, Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Ajax your guard, stays to conduct you home. Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous lord, adieu : Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, [Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulysses. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, 1 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 A burning lechery; nothing else holds fashion: [Eril devil take them! SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. To stop his ears against admonishment ? And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to But vows to every purpose must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector. Hect. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Makes all these bodements. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft:-Hector, I take my 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.-Thou dost thyselfand all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Enter Troilus. How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight today? 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 7 chide me for it. Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Hector, then 'tis wars. Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, Re-enter Cassandra, with Priam. Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself [visions; Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee-that this day is ominous: Therefore, come back. Hect. Eneas is afield; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valour, to appear This morning to them. 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. leave: 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 Pri. and Hect. Alarum. 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? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. 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. SCENE IV. O' the 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, 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. other side, The policy of those crafty swearing Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, proved warth 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 comes sleeve and t'other. Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after. Enter Hector. Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood, and honour ? SCENE VI. Another part of the Field. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Dio. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus? Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee:-live. [Exit. 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 it-Ere alf. I'll seek them. [Exit. SCENE V. The same. Enter Diomedes and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Enter Agamemnon. Agam Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner: And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Enter Nestor. 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 Ajax. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. Dio. Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter Achilles. Achil Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector 1 where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I see thee; Ha!-Have at thee Hector. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan Be happy, that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriend thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Till when, go seek thy fortune. [Erit Hect. Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Re-enter Troilus. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; 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 reck not though I end my life to-day. [Erit Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art s goodly mark: No? wilt thou not?-I like thy 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. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmi dons; 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, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute your arms. [Exeunt SCENE VIII. The same. 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-henned sparrow ! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, hof [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus Enter Margarelon. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Enter Troilus. Hector 7-The gods forbid ! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I ain 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 In beastly sort, dragg'd through the sha.neful whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment:| Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another part of the Field. Enter Hector. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. field. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! I Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy ! Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so; 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? Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead': How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away: Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man 1 Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, [Hector falls. So, Ilion, all thou next! now, Troy, sink down:et Titan rise as early as he dare, I'll through and through you!-And thou, great. Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.siz'd coward! On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. LA Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my seek. lord. Achi. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads And, stickler like, the armies separate, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.- SCENE X. The same. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; [Exeunt Æneas 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 aye with thy name! [Erit 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 7-Let me see :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.Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, within. Achilles. Achilles ! Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: 48 cloths. As many as be here of Pandar's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this,- [Exit ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and others, at several Doors. Poet. Good day, sir. Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows. Nay, that's most fix'd. Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness: He passes. Jew. I have a jewel here. Mer. O, pray, let's see't; For the Lord Timon, sir ? Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for that Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile, It stains the glory in that happy verse Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking at the Jewel. Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some dedication To the great lord. Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. 'Tis a good piece. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Pain. Indifferent. Poet Admirable How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! how big imagination I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment: My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold; But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no track behind. Pain. How shall I understand you? To Apemantus, that few things loves better Pain. |