Hect. Give me your hand. Follow his torch, he goes Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me. And so good night. [Exit Diomed; Ulyss. and Tro. following. Achil. Come, come, enter my tent. [Exeunt Achil. Hector, Ajax, and Nest. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. Before Calchas Tent. Dio. What, are you up here, ho? speak. Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's your daughter? Cal. [Within.] She comes to you. Enter Troilus and Ulysses, at a distance; after them Thersites. By Jove, She strokes his cheek! Tro. There is between my will and all offences A guard of patience:-stay a little while. Dio. But will you then? Cres. In faith, I will, la: never trust me else. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us. Of what I feel; I am all patience. I will not be myself, nor have cognition Enter Cressida. Cres. Dio. What, this? Ay, that. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? Cres. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. 'Tis no matter. Cres. "Twas one's that loved me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it, Dio. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; It should be challeng'd. 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. Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven : And with another knot, five-finger-tied, Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. It is. Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Was Cressid here ? Hark, Greek; As much as I do Cressid love, 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. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [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 [Exit. Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad-them. ness. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem- To stop his ears against admonishment ? Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in: And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to Cas. Enter Cassandra. Where is my brother Hector? Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; 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: 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? chide me for it. 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. Hect. How now? how now? Tro. For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; And when we have our armours buckled on, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Hect. Fye, savage, fye! Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire; Not Priamus, and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,| Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, But by my ruin. 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. Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Hect. Eneas is a field; 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. 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 leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Erit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim: Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Go in, and cheer the town, we'll forth, and fight; 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, 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 toge. ther. My love with words and errors still she feeds; [Exeunt severally SCENE IV.-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. 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. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, 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, 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, SCENE VIII.-The same. [Exeunt. Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Ther sites. 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, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards I am tail, field. a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful 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. Enter Hector. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I [A retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler like, the armies separate. SCENE X.-The same. Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. Exit Troilus. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones !O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent [Exeunt. despised: 0 traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio- Achilles; Hector's slain ! Achilles ! Achilles ! -Let me see : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted 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 If in his death the gods have us befriended, SCENE XI.-Another Part of the Field. Enter Æneas and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. cloths. As many as be here of pander's hall, made: [Exit. |