Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith shall not; I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; whose was it? Cres. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. you 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, Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; It should be challenged. And yet the spacious breadth of this division And with another knot, five-finger-tied, Gres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-and yet Hark, Greek ;--As much as I do Cressid love, it is not; I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a word, But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. So much by weight hate I her Diomed: Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not Falling on Diomed. you, pleases me best. Dio. What, shall I come? The hour? Do come I shall be plagued. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee come. [Exit Diomedes. [Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, my mind is now turn'd whore. Tro. It is. Ulyss. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul 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. 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; Enter ANEAS. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour my lord, Farewell, revolted fair!-And, Diomed, [Exit 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. them! SCENE III-Troy.-Before Priam's Palace. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem Tro. Why, my negation ** hath no taste of mad-To stop his ears against admonishment? ness.' Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believed for womanhood! Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. The stars. ⚫ Belief. • Denial. For we would give much, to use violent thefts, Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong the VOW, But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Unarin, sweet Hector. Heet. 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 Enter TROILUS. than life. 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 har ness, youth, I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry; Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, 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. Tro. For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; 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, Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way, But by my ruin. Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Cus. 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: Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft:-Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amazed, my fiege, 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 Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, my sleeve. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, I come to lose my arm, or win 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 trouoles 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 nine 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.- [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 foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-masterly villian, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, policy of those crafty swearing rascals,-that stale on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, the old mouse-caten 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 barbarisnt, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had sleeve, and t' other. visions; Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Heet. Æneas is a-field; And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,' Pri. But thou shalt not go. Heet. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear Sir, Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! Look, how thy eye turns pale! And all ery-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector! 492 Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-paced 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 t 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, Achilles courage, princes! Great Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Dio. Troilus I say! Where's Troilus ? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! What, Troilus ! Enter TROILUS. Tro. O traitor Diomed ?-Turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest 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. Hect. Fare thee well: [Exit. I would have been much more a fresher man, Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be? Enter one in sumptuous Armour. [Exit. Enter ACHILLES, with MYRMIDONS Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; 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. Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye :It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-The same. 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-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. Ther. What art thou? 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! SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Field Enter HECTOR. [Exeunt. 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, 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! 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. • Prevail over. + Care. ↑ Burst. Employ. Take not this advantage. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. | Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, [Within.] Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! Let him, that will a screech-owl aye⚫ be call'd, I'll through and through you!-And thou, great sized coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Dio. The bruit is,-Hector's slain, and by As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, 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 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. Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. • An arbitrator at athletic games. Rumour. PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, 1 As many as be bere of pander's hall, [Exit. • Ever. + Pitched, fixed. t Ignominy Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottoes. Cit. Resolved, resolved. Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people. 1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'would all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you. 1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we 1 Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is chief intend to do, which now we'll shew 'em in deeds. enemy to the people. Cit. We know't, we know't. 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done : Away, away. 2 Čit. One word, good citizens. 1 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 afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularise their abundance; our sufferance 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 thirst for revenge. 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud. 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienced 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. 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: you must in no way say, he is covetous. 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? To the Capitol. Cit. Come, come. 1 Cit. Soft; who comes here? They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? 1 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, 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 The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder, than can ever Appear in your impediment: for the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity 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. 1 Cit. Care for us!-True, indeed!-They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses cramm'd with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers: repeal daily any wholesome act establish'd 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. Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it; But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture To scale't a little more. think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but an't 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not please you deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it:- • Spread it. |