Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Therefore, come back. Hect. Æneas is a-field; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Pri. 71 Hect. I must not break my faith. The effect doth operate another way. My love with words and errors still she feeds, Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Plains between Troy and the Grecian 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 Ay, but thou shalt not go. 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 whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouseeaten 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 comes sleeve, and t' other. Cas. O Priam! yield not to him. Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements. O farewell! dear Hector. pale; 81 Look! how thy wounds do bleed at many vents: And all cry, Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector! Tro. Away! away! Cas. Farewell. Yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. 90 Exit. 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. 20 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 HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O! well fought, my youngest brother. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well; But I'll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide? 30 Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Excunt. SCENE VIII.- Another Part of the Plains. Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. Puts off his helmet, and lays his sword aside. 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 darking of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm'd; forgo this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek. HECTOR fulls. 10 So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! A 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. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. 20 Sheathes his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Plains. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching. within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nest. Shouts Peace, drums! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; 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 X.-Another Part of the Plains. Enter ÆNEAS and Trojan Forces. Ane. 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 destructions on! 12 Æne. 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, 20 No space of earth shall sunder our two hates : I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzies thoughts. Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojan Forces. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS. 31 Pan. But hear you, hear you! Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! Pan. A goodly medicine for mine aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and howill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, 41 Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. 50 As many as be here of pandar's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this, SCENE. Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rome. A Street. tory to particularize their abundance; our suffer ance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, thirst for revenge. clubs, and other weapons. Second Cit. Would you proceed especially First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear against Caius Marcius? me speak. All. Speak, speak. First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die than to famish ? All. Resolved, resolved. All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. Second Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? First Cit. Very well; and could be content to First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is give him good report for 't, but that he pays chief enemy to the people. All. We know 't, we know 't. First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? 11 All. No more talking on 't; let it be done. Away, away! Second Cit. One word, good citizens. himself with being proud. Nay, but speak not maliciously. First Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though softconscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. Second Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians, good. What authority surfeits on would relieve us. If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear: the leanness that afflictsus, the object of our misery, is as an inven- | tire in repetition. First Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations: he hath faults, with surplus, to Shouts within. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves ? First Cit. We cannot, sir; we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, 70 Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them Against the Roman state, whose course will on Thither where more attends you; and you slander The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. 81 First Cit. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. 91 110 Unto the appetite and affection common To the discontented members, the mutinous parts If you'll bestow a small, of what you have little, 130 Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer. Your most grave belly was deliberate, 140 First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. Men. 'Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all 150 From me do back receive the flour of all, First Cit. It was an answer. How apply you Men. The senators of Rome are this good And you the mutinous members; for examine rightly Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find think, 160 You, the great toe of this assembly? |