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Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. but now.
Tro. Accept distracted thanks. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood!
[e.reunt. Troilus, Æneas, axd Ulysses. Think, we had mothers ; do not give advantage Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue, DioTo stubborn critics--apt, without a theme, med! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, For depravation,—to square the general sex I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing By Cressid's rule : rather think this not Cressid. for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can not do more for an almond, than he for a commo. soil our mothers ?
dious drab.—Lechery, lechery still, wars and Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. lechery ; nothing else holds fashion: a burning Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own devil take them!
SCENE III. TROY. BEFORE FRIAM'S PALACE. Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida :
Enter Hector and Andromachc. If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
And. When was my lord so much ungently If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
temper'd, If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
To stop his ears against admonishment ? If there be rule in unity itself,
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. This was not she. O madness of discourse,
· Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in ; That cause sets up with and against itself! By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. [day. Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous toWithout perdition, and loss assume all reason
Hect. No more,
say. Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid !
Enter Cassandra. Within my soul there doth commence a fight Cus. Where is my brother Hector ? Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Divides more wider than the sky and earth; Consort with me in loud and dear petition, And yet the spacious breadth of this division Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
slaughter. Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Cas. 0, it is true. Instance, o „nstance! strong as heaven itself; Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound ! The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet And with another knot, five-finger tied, [loos'd;
brother. 'The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be balf attach'd
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd With that which here his passion doth express ? Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Tro. Ay, Greck; and that shall be divulged And. O! be persuaded : do not count it holy To characters as red as Mars his heart [well To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, Intiam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy For we would give much, to use violent thefts, With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
And rob in the behalf of charity..
vow; Hark, Greek ;— As much as I do Cressid love, Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong tire So much by weight hate I her Diomed :
But vows, to every purpose, must not hold :
Life every man holds dear ; but the dear man Constring'd in nass by the almighty sun, Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. Shall dizzy with more clainour Neptune's ear
Enter Troilus. In his descent, than shall my proinpted sword How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight toFalling on Diomed.
day? Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. [false! And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid ! false, false,
[exit Cressandra. Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harAnd they'll seem glorious.
ness, youth, Ulyss. O, contain yourself;
I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry: Your passion draws ears bither.
Let grow thy sincws till their knots be strong, Enter Æneas.
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; (lord : I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous Which better fits a lion than a man. lord, adieu :
Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chido fiarewell, revolted fair !--and, Diomed,
me for it.
(fall, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
I'ro. When many times the captive Grecians
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Pri. Farewell : the gods with safety stand You bid then rise, and live.
1 about thee! Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.
[exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Tro. They are at it ; hark! Proud Diomed, Hect. How now ? how now?
belicve, Tro. For the love of all the gods,
I come, to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mother; As Troilus is going out, enter from the other side, And when we have our armours buckled on,
Pandarus. The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear ? Spur them to rutbful work, rein them from ruth. Tro. What now ? Hect. Fie, savage, fie !
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.
Tro. Let me read. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to- Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally day.
phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of Tro. Who should withbold me?
this girl ; and what one thing, what another, that Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
I shall leave you one o'these days: And I have Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire ; a rheim in mine eyes too; and such an ache in Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I canTheir eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears ; not tell what to think on't.— What says she there? Nor you, my brother, with your truesword drawn, Tro. Words, mere words, no matter from the Opposid to hinder mé, should stop my way,
(tearing the letter. But by my ruin.
The effect doth operate another way.-
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toCas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold bim fast:
gether.He is thy crutch : now if thou lose thy stay, My love with words and errors still she feeds; Thou, on hinn leaning, and all Troy on thee, But edifies another with her deeds. Fall all together.
(exeunt severally. Pri. Come, Hector; come, go back :
SCENE IV. BETWEEN TROY AND THE GRECIAN CAMP. Thy wife bath dream'd; thy mother hath had
Alarums : Ercursions. visions ;
Enter Thersites. Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one anoAm like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
ther: I'll go look on. That dissembling abomiTo tell thee-that this day is ominous;
nable varlet, Diomed, bas got that same scurvy Therefore, come back.
doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, Hect. Æneas is afield;
in his helm : I would fain see them mect : that And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore Even in the faith of valour, to appear
there, might send that Greekish whore-masterly This morning to them.
villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling Pri. But thou sbalt not go.
luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O't be Hect. I must not break my faith.
other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rasYou know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, cals,—that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, NesLet me not shame respect; but give me leave tor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,- is not To take that course by your consent and voice, proved worth a blackberry :— They set me up, in Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
of as bad a kind, Achilles : and now is the cui Ando Do not, dear father.
Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you : arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians begin to Upon the love you bear me, get you in. (ex. And. proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other. Makes all these bodements.
Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector.
Tro. Fly not; for, should'st thou take the river Louk, how thou diest ! look, how thy eye turns I would swim after.
Dio. Thou dost miscal rctirc : Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents ! I do not fly; but advantageous care Hark, how Troy roars ! how Hecuba cries out! Withdrew me from the odds of multitude : How poor Andromache shirills her dolours forth' Have at thee! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! now for thy Like witless antics, one another meet,
whore, Trojan !-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! 0, Hector!
[e.reunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting. Tro. Away !-away!
Enter Hector. Cas. Farewell.-- Yet, soft : Hector, I take my Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for leave:
Hector's match ?
a scurvy rail. Go in, and cheer the town ; we'll forth, and fight; ing knave"; a very filthy rogue. Do decds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Hect. I do believe thee ;-live.
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD
Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believo me ; but a plague break thy neck, for frightening
Enter Ajar, mc! What's become of the wenching rogues? I Aja.c. Trwilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy think, they have swallowed one another: I would bead! laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats
Enter Diomedes. itself. I'll seek them.
[erit. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ajax. What would'st thou?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ajar. Were I the general, thou should'st have
[Troilus : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Ere that correction :—Troilus, I say! what, Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,
Tro. O traitor, Diomed !--Turn thy false face,
[erit Servant. thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse !
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
(exeunt fighting. Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain;
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest
Achil. Now do I see thee: ha!-Hare at thce,
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Or bring him off :Fate, hear me what I say
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [exit.
Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
abide ? Crying on Hector, Ajax bath lost a friend, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Strike not a stroke, but kecp yourselves in breatlı; Bade him win all.
And when bave the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the Great inust die.
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-nakor,
(creunt. I loo! Now, my double-henn'd sparrow! Loo,
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :
-'ware korns, bo!
Enter Æneas and Trojans. [tield: [ereunt Par. g Men. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the Enter Margarelon.
Never go home; here starve we out the night. Mar. Turn, slave, and tight.
Enter Troilus. Ther. What art thou ?
Tro. Hector is slain. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Al. Hector?- The gods forbid ! [txil, Ther. I am a bastard too: I love bastards : I Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegi
[speed ! timate. One bear will not bite another, and Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: And linger not our sure destruction on ! farewell, bastard.
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [exeunt. Tro. You understand me not, that tell mne so : SCENE IX. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. I do not speak of Aight, of fear, of death ; Enter Hector.
But dare all imminence, that gods and men Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, Rest, sword: thou hast thy fill of bloud and Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : death!
There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Aputs off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word,
Thus proudly right upon our Phrygian plains, Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this 'vantage, Let Titan rise as early as he dare, (siz'd coward! Grcek.
(seek. I'll through and through you ! - And thou, great. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
(Hector fulls. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down; | That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts Here lies thy heart, thy sincws, and thy boue:- Strike a free mirch to Troy!- With comfort go: On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woc. Achilles hath the mighty Hector sluin.
[ereunt Æneas and Trojans. (retreat sounded. As Troilus is yoing out, enter, from the other side, Hark! A retreat upon our Grecian part.
Pandarus. Myr. The Trojau trumpets sound the like, my Pan. But bear you, hear you ! lord.
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and sham3 Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. the earth,
[exit Troilus. And, stickler-like, the armies separates. [fed, Pan. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones ! My balf-supp'd sword, that frankly would have - world! world! world! thus is the poor Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.- agent despised ! () traitors and bawds, how ear
(sheaths his sword. nestly are you set a’svork, and how ill requited! Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ;
Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [exeunt. performance so loathed? What verse for it?
What instance for it? Let me sec :Enter Agamemnon, djur, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio- Full merrily the humble-bee duth sing. medes, and others, marching. Shouts within. Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting : Agam. Hark! huk ! what sbout is that? And being once subdu'd in armed tail, Nest. Peace, drums.
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail ( Within.] Achilles !
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles :
As many as be here of pander's hall, (cloths. Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall : Achilles.
Or, if you caunot weep, yet give some groans, Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be: Though nor for me, yet for your aching bones. Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-duor trade, Agam. March patiently along:-Let one be Some two months hence my will shall here be
made : To pray Achilles see us at our tent:
It should be now, but that my fear is this, If in bis death the gods have us befriended, Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss : Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. Till then I'll sweat, and seek about fur cases;
[exeunt, marching. | And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. (rozilo
SCENE 1. LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter But this our purpose is a twelvemonth old, Blunt, and others.
And bootless 'tis to tell you—we will go; K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Therefore we meet not now:- - Then let me lear Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils What yesternight our council did decree, To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote.
In forwarding this dear expedience. No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; And many limits of the charge set down No more shall trenching war channel her fields, But yesternight : when, all athwart, there camo Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Of hos'ile paces: those opposed eyes,
Whose worst was,—that the noble Mortimer, Which, - like the meteors of a troubleu heaven, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight All of one nature, of one substance bred,
Against the irrogular and wild Glendower, Did lately meet in the intestine shock
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And furious close of civil butchery,
And a thousand of his people butchered : Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, March all one way; and be no more oppos'd Such beastly, shameless transformation, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : By those Welsh women donc, as may not be, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this As far as to the sepulchre of Christ
broil (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Brake off our business for the Holy Land. We are impressed and engaged to fight),
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gros Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ;
cious lord; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' | For more uneven and unwelcome news womb,
Came from the worth, and thus it did import. To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, Which, fourteen bu: dred years ago, were nail'd That ever valiant and approved Scot,