Hect. Give me your hand.
Ulyss.

Follow his torch, he goes
To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.
[Aside to Troilus.

Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me.
Hect.

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.
Enter Diomedes.

Dio. What, are you up here, ho? speak.
Cal. [Within.] Who calls?

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,
Guardian!-why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.
Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will
you go?
You will break out.

She strokes his cheek!

Tro.
Ulyss.
Come, come.
Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a
word:

There is between my will and all offences

A guard of patience:-stay a little while.
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump,
and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry,
lechery, fry!

Dio. But will you then?

Cres. In faith, I will, la: never trust me else.
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Cres. I'll fetch you one.

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. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me;
He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Div. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Tro. I did swear patience.

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?

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.
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.

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 :
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,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques
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 well
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy

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.
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Tro.
Ulyss.
Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,

That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Cressid here ?

Hark, Greek; As much as I do Cressid love,
So much by weight hate her Diomed :
That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm ;
Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call
Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.

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,
And they'll seem glorious.

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;
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous
lord, adieu :-

Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.

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!
Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn criticks- apt, without a theme,
For depravation,-to square the general sex
By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid.
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 Cressida :
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This was not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid !
Within my soul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Divides more wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;

SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace.

Enter Hector and Andromache.

And. When was my lord so much ungently tem-
per'd,

To stop his ears against admonishment ?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in:
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to
the day.
Hect. No more, I say.

Cas.

Enter Cassandra.

Where is my brother Hector?
And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of
Cas. O, it is true.
[slaughter.
Hect.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet
brother.

Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me

swear.

Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

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,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done: I'll take good breath:
Kest, 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,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage,
Greek.

Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I
seek.
[Hector falls.
So, Ilion, fall thou next; now, Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

[A retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy !
speed!
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:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away :
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-
siz'd coward!

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Eneas and Trojans.

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.
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;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

SCENE X.-The same.

Pandarus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame

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-
medes, and others, marching. Shouts within.
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest.
Peace, drums.
[Within.]

Achilles; Hector's slain ! Achilles !

Achilles !

-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

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 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,
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
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.

made:

[Exit.