Ajar.

Do not chafe thee, cousin; Tro. My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,

In what place of the field doth Calchas keep? Till accident, or purpose, bring you to't;

Ulyss. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus;
You may have every day enough of Hector, There Diomed doth feast with himn to-night;
If you have stomach; the general state, I fear, Who neither looks upon the heaven, nor earth,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him. But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view

Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field; On the fair Cressid.
We have had pelting wars, since you refus'd Tro. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so
The Grecians' cause.

much, Achil.

Dost thou entreat me, Hector ? After we part from Agamemnon's tent, To-morrow, do I meet thee, fell as death:

To bring me thither ? To-night, all friends.

Ulyss.

You shall command me, sir. Fiect.

Thy hand upon that match. As gentle tell me, of what honor was Agam. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there tent;

That wails her absence? There in the full convivet we: afterwards,

Tro. 0, sir, to such as boasting show their As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall Concur together, severally entreat him.

A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord ? Beat loud the tambourines, let the trumpets blow, she was belov'd, she lov'd; she is, and doth: That this great soldier may his welcome know. But, still, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth. (Exeunt all but Troilus and ULYSSES.

[Exeunt.

scars

ACT V.

SCENE I.--The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles', of madmen. Here's Agamemnon,-an honest Tent.

fellow enough, and one that loves quails ; but he Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.

has not so much brain as ear-wax: And the goodly

transformation of Jupiter there,his brother,the bull, Achil. i'll heat his blood with Greekish wine --the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of to-night,

cuckolds;' a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hangWhich with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.

ing at his brother's leg,-to what form, but that he Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.

js,should wit larded with malice, and malice forcedi Patr. Here comes Thersites.

with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing:

he is both ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he Enter THERSITES.

is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a Achil.

How now, thou core of envy? titchew,2 a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a rhou crusty batch of nature, what's the news? herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be

Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, Menelaus.--I would conspire against destiny. Ask and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; Achil. From whence, fragment ?

for I care not to be the louse of a lazar,3 so I were Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.

not Menelaus.-Hey-day! spirits and fires ! Patr. Who keeps the tent now?

Troilts, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Enter Hector, Patr. Well said, Adversity !6 and what need

ULYSSES, NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMED, with these tricks ?

Lights. Ther. Pr'ythee be silent, boy; I profit not by Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong. thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male Ajax.

No, yonder 'tis; varlet.

There, where we see the lights. Patr. Male varlet, you rogue? what's that? Hect.

I trouble you. Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rot- Ajax. No, not a whit. ten diseases ofthe south, the guts-griping, ruptures, Ulyss.

Here comes himself to guide you. catarrhs, loads o'gravel i'the back, lethargies, cold

Enter ACHILLES. palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i' Achil. Welcome, brave Hector: welcome, princes the palm, incurable bone-acha, and the rivelled fee

all! simple of the tetter, take pri take again such pre- Agam. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid goodposterous discoveries! Oy,

night. Patr. Why, thou dat ble box of envy, thou, Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. what meanest thou to cursi 101?

Hect. Thanks, and good night to the Greeks' Ther. Do I curse thee!

general. Pulr. Why, no, you ruinous con you whoreson Men. Good night, my lord. indistinguishable cur, no.

llect.

Good night, sweet Menelaus. Ther. No? why art thou exasperate, thou idle Ther. Sweet draught: Sweet, quoth 'a! sweet immaterial skein of sleivesilk, thou green sarcenet sink, sweet sewer. Nap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse,

Achil. Good night, thou? Ah,

the poor world is pestered with And welcome, both to those that go or tarry. such water-flies; diminutives of nature !

Agam. Good night. Patr. Ont, gall!

(Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAQS. Ther. Finch-cgg!

Achil. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomeli, Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite Keep Hector company an hour or two. From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle. Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important business, Here is a letter from queen Hecuba;

The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great A token from her daughter, my fair love;

Hector. Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep

Hect. Give me your hand. An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it: Ulyss.

Follow his torch, he goes Fall, Greeks; fail, faine; honor, or go, or stay,

To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company. My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

(Asile to TROILUS. Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent; Tro. Sweet sir, you honor me. This night in banqueting must all be spent.

Hect.

And so good night. Away, Patroclus.

[Erit DIOMED; ULYSSES and TROILUS (Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLES.

following: Ther. With too much blood and too little brain, Achil. Come, come, enter my tent. these two may run mad; but if with too much

(Exeunt ACHILLES, HECTOR, AJAX, and brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer

NESTOR.
• Small drums.

1 Harlots.
Menelans.

1 Stuffed. • Contrariety.

* Coarse, unwrought.

· Polecat.
: A diseased beggar.

• Privy.

Fea st.

with you.

Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, Ulyss.

Come, come. á most unjust knave; I will no more trust him Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses : There is between my will and all offences he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler A guard of patience :-stay a little while. the hound; but when he performs, astronomers Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump foretell it: it is prodigious, there will come some and potatoe finger tickles these together! Fry, change; the sun borrows of the moon, when lechery, fry! Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Dio. But will you thon? Hector, than not to dog him : they say, he keeps a Cres. In faith, I will, la ; never trust me else. Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent Cres, I'll fetch you one.

(Exit. varlets!

[Exit. Ulyss. You have sworn patience.

Tro. Fear me not, my lord;
SCENE II.-Before Calchas' Tent.

I will not be myself, nor have cognitions
Enter DIOMEDES.

Of what I feel; I am all patience.
Dio. What, are you up here, ho ? speak.

Re-enter CRESSIDA.
Cal. (Within.] Who calls ?
Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's your

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!

Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
daughter?
Cal. Within.] She comes to you.

Tro. () beauty! where's thy faith?
Ulyss.

My lord, Enter TROILCS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. them THERSITES.

Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us.

He lov'd me–0 false wench!-Give't me again.

Dio. Who was't ?
Enter CRESSIDA.

Cres.

No matter, now I have't again. Tro. Cressid, come forth to him!

I will not meet with you to-morrow night: Dio.

How now, my charge? | I pr’ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Cres. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark! a word Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whet

[Whispers.

stone. Tro. Yea, so familiar!

Dio. I shall have it. Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight.

Cres.

What, this? Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take Dio.

Ay, that. her cliff; she's noted.

Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty, pretty pledge! Dio. Will you remember?

Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Cres.
Remember? yes.

of thee and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, Dio.

Nay, but do then; And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, And let your mind be coupled with your words. As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; Tro. What should she remember?

He that takes that, must take my heart withal. Ulyss. List!

Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to Tro. I did swear patience. tolly.

Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you Ther. Roguery!

shall not; Dio. Nay, then,-.

I'll give you something else.
Cres.
I'll tell you what:

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
Dio. Pho, pho! come, tell a pin: You are for- Cres.

'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than

me do ? Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on Dio.

Whose was it? me?

Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,9 Cres. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath ; And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; Dio. Good night.

And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Hold, patience!

Tro. Wert thou the devil,and wor'st iton thyhorn, Ulyss.

How now, Trojan? It should be challenged. Cres.

Diomed, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-And yet Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.

it is not; Tro. Thy better must.

I will not keep my word,
Cres.
Hark! one word in your ear. Dio.

Why then, farewell; Tro. O plague and madness!

Thou never shalt mocrisiomed again. Ulyss. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I Cres. You shall e, vi go :-One cannot speak a

pray you, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself But it straighore ins you. To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;

Dio.

I do not like this fooling. The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto; but that that likes not Tro. Behold, I pray you!

you, pleases me best. Ulyss.

Now, good my lord, go off: Dio. What, shall I come? the hour ? You flow to great destruction: come, my lord.

Cres.

Ay, come :-O Jove ! Tro. I proythee, stay.

Do come :- I shall be plagued.
Ulyss.
You have not patience, come.

Dio.

Farewell till then. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come.torments,

(Exit DIOMEDES. I will not speak a word.

Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; Dio.

And so, good night. But with my heart the other eye doth see. Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, Tro.

Doth that grieve thee? The error of our eye directs our mind : wither'd truth!

What error leads, must err; 0 then conclude, Ulyss. Why, how now, lord ?

Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. Tro. By Jove,

[Erit CRESSIDA. I will be patient.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish Cres. Guardian !-why, Greek!

more, Dio. Pho, pho! adiou; you palter.?

Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will Tro.

It is, you go?

Ulyss.

Why stay we then? You will break out.

Tro. To make a recordation' to my soul Tro.

She strokes his cheek! Of every syllable that here was spoke. · Portentous, ominous.

• Key,

* Shuffle. • Knowledge. • Stars. · Remembrance.

Sworn.

you will.

word, .book.

now.

swear.

But, if I tell how these two did co-act,

nothing else holds fashion: A burning devil take Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?

them!

(Exit. Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, An esperance so obstinately strong,

SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;

Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE.
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

And. When was my lord so much ungently Was Cressid here?

temper'd, Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

To stop his ears against admonishment?
Tro. She was not, sure.

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Ulyss.
Most sure she was.

Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in:
Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.
Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the

day. Tro. L it not be believ'd for womanhood!

Hect. No more, I say. Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage

Enter CASSANDRA. To stubborn criticsik-apt, without a theme,

Cas. For depravation,—to square the general sex

Where is my brother Hector ? By Cressid's rule : rather think this not Cressid.

And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil

Consort with me in loud and dear petition, our mothers?

Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes.

Hath nothing been butshapes and formsofslaughter.

Cas. 0, it is true. Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida :

Hect.

Ho! bid my trumpet sound! If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,

Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet

brother. If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself,

Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me This was not she. O madness of discourse; That cause sets up with and against itself!

Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevişh? vows; Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt

They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd

Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt; this is. and is not, Cressid !

And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy Within my soul there doth commence a fight

To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, On this strange nature, that a thing inseparate

For we would give much, to use violent thefts,

And rob in the behalf of charity. Divides more wider than the sky and earth;

Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; And yet the spacious breadth of this division Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle

But vows to every purpose must not hold:
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.

Unarm, sweet Hector.
Hect.

Hold you still, I say ; Instance, () instance! strong as Pluto's gates;

Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate : Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: lustance, () instance! strong as heaven itself;

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man The bondsof heavenareslipp’d,dissolv’d,and loos’d; Holds honor far more precious dear than life,And with another knot, five-finger-tied,

Enter TROILUS. The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

How now, young man, mean'st thou to fight to-day? The tiagments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Of her o'er-eaten faith are bound to Diomed.

[Exit CASSANDRA. Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff's thy barWith that which here his passion doth express?

ness, youth. Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry: In characters as red as Mars his heart

Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, Intian'd with Venus: never did young man fancy | And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, l'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. So much by weight hate I her Diomed :

Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Which better tits a lion, than a man. Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me My sword should bite it: noi the dreadful spout,

for it. Which shipmen do the hurricano call,

Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Constringed in mass by the alınighty sun,

Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune's ear You bid them rise and live. In his descent, than shall my prompted sword Hect. 0, 'tis fair play: Falling on Diomed.

Tro.

Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.6

Hect. How now ? how now? Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid! false, false, false! Tro.

For the love of all the gods, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; And they'll seem glorious.

And when we have our armors buckled on, Ulyss.

O, contain yourself; The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Your passion draws ears hither.

Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.1

Hect. Fye, savage, fye!
Enter ÆNEAS.

Tro.

Hector, then 'tis wars. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:

Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;

Tro. Who should withhold me ?
Ajax, your guard -tays to conduct you home. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire ;
lord, adieu :

Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Farewell, revolted fair !-and, Diomed,

Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

Nor you, iny brother, with your true sword drawn, Ulyss. l'll bring you to the gates.

Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, Tro. Accept distracted thanks.

But by my ruin. (Exeunt TROLUS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES.

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,

Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the in- Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, telligence of this whore: the parrot will not do Fall all together. more for an almond, than he for a commodious

Pri.

Come, Hector, come, go back: drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions; . For the sake of.

• Cynics.

Love.

Cassandra doth foresee, and I myself • Compressed. • Concupiscence. • Foolish. • Put off • Ruoful, woful.

* Mercy

Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire: To tell thee--ihat this day is ominous,

I do not fly ; but advantageous care
Therefore, come back.

Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Hect.
Æneas is a-field;

Have at thee!
And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy Even in the faith of valor, to appear

whore, Trojan-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! This morning to them.

[Exeunt Troilus and DIOMEDES, fighling. Pri. But thou shalt not go.

Enter HECTOR.
Hect. I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for HecLet me not shame respect; but give me leave

tor's match ? To take that course by your consent and voice, Art thou of blood, and honor ? Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.

Ther. No, no,-1 am a rascal; a scurvy raising Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.

knave; a very filthy rogue. And. Do not, dear father. Hect. I do believe thee ;-live.

[Erit. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me!

[E.rit ANDROMACHE. What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh Makes all these bodements.

at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. I'll seek them.

(Exit. Look, how thou diest! look,how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents !

SCENE V.-The Same.
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.
How poor Andromache shrills her dolors forth!
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse: Like willers antics, one another meet,

Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector. Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tro. Away !--Away!

Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, Cas. Farewell. Yet soft :--Hector, I take my

And am her knight by proof. leave;

Serv.

I go, my lord. (Exit Servant. Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. (Exit.

Enter AGAMEMNON.
Hect. You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim;
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth and tight:

Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about

Hath Doreus prisoner; thee!

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,2
(Exeunt severally Priam and HECTOR. Upon the pashed3 corses of the kings
Alarums.

Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain;
Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,believe. Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes

Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary As Troilts is going out, enter, from the other side, Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed, PANDARUS.

To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear ?
Tro. What now?

Enter NESTOR.
Pim. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles : Tro. Let me read.

And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally | There is a thousand Hectors in the field; phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, shall leave you one o' these days: And I have a And there they ily, or die, like scaled sculls rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, what to think on't.--What says she there?

Fall down before him like the mower's swath: Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes; the heart;

[Tearing the Letter. Dexterity so obeying appetite, The effect (oth operate another way:-

That what he will, he does; and does so much, Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together. That proof is call'd impossibility: My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edities another with her deeds.

Enter Ulysses. [Exeunt severally. Ulyss. O, courage,courage,princes! greatAchilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, yowing vengeance: SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian

Patroclus' wounds have rous'd bis drowsy blood, Camp.

Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES.

to him, Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable var- And toams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it, let, Diomed, has got that same scurvy, douing, fool. Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day ish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his belm: Mad and fantastic execution; I would iain see them meet; that that same young Engaging and redeeming of himself, Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, inight send With such a careless force, and forceless care, that Greekisli whoremaster villain with the sleeve, As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, back to ibe dissembling luxurious drab), on a sleeve- Bade him win all. less errand. O'the other side. The policy of those craityswearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten

Enter AJAX. dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-tox Ulysses, Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! [Exu -is not proved worth a blackberry :They set Dio.

Ay, there, inere me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against Nest. So, so, we draw together. that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will

Enter ACHILLES. not arın to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to Achil.

Where is this lector ? proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face: opinion. Son! here come sleeve, and t'other. Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Enter DIOMEDES, TROilus following:

(Ercunt Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx,

• Lance.

• Bruised, crushed. I would swim after.

• Shoul of fish.

you both.

SCENE VI.- Another Part of the Field. i SCENE IX.- Another Purt of The Fielit
Enter AJAX.

Enter HECTOR.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy lite

llect. Most putrefied core, so jair without,
head!

Now is my day's work done; I'll lahë good breath; Enter DIOMEDES.

Rest, sword; thou hast thy till of blood and death! Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

(Puts off his heimet, and hungs his shield Ajax. What wouldst thou ?

behind him. Dio. I would correct him.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office,

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Enter TROILUS.

Even with the vail and dark ning of the sun,

To close the day up. Hector's lite is done. Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face,

Hect. I am unarni'd; forego this vantage, Greek. thou traitor,

Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse !

I seek.

[HECTOR Jults. Dio. Ha! art thou there!

So Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Ajax. l'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.

Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.Div. He is my prize, I will not look upon. On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Tro. Come both, you cogging) Greeks; have at

Achilles hath the mighty Hector skin! (Exeunt, fighting.

[A Retreat sounded. Enter HECTOR.

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Hect. Yea, Troilus? 0, well fought, my youngest

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

lord. brother!

Achil. The dragon-wing of night o'erspreads Enter ACHILLES.

the earth, Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, And, sticklerlike, the armies separate. Hector.

My half-supp'd sword,that frankily would have fed, Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.

Sheulhes his sword. Be happy that my arms are out of use :

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt. But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Till when, go seek thy fortune.

(Exit.

SCENE X.-The same. Hect.

Fare thee well

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, I would have been much more a fresher man,

DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shwuts Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?

within. Re-enter TROILUS.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Tro. Ajax hath taken Æneas; Shall it be?

Nest.

Peace, drums. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,

(Within.]

Achilles ! He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,

Achilles! Hector's slain ! Achilles !
Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say ! Dio. The bruitis-Hector's slain, and by
I recki not though I end my life to-day

Achilles.
Enter one in sumptuous Armor.

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good

man as he. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek? thou art a goodly Agam. March patiently along :-let one be sent mark:

To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-
No ? wilt thou not?-I like thy armor well; If in his death the gods have us befriended,
I'll frushs it, and unlock the rivets all,

Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast,

[Exeunt, marching. abide ? Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

SCENE XI.-Another Part of the Field. (Eseunt.

Enter Æneas and Trojans.
SCENE VII.-The same.

Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.

Never go home; here starve we out the night. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;

Enter TROILLS.
Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel: Tro. Hector is slain.
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;

All.

Hector ?—The gods forbid. And when I have the bloody Hector found,

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, Empale him with your weapons round about; In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful In fellest manner execute your arms.

field.Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! It is decreed--Hector the great must die.

Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy?

(Exeunt. I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, SCENE VIII.-The same.

And linger not our sure destruction on!

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting: then Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: THERSITES.

I do not speak of tight, of fear, of death ; Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are But dare all imminence, that gods and men at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! now my double-henned sparrow!'Loo, Paris, 'loo !

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ? The bull bas the game :-'ware horns, ho!

Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, (Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS. Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: Enter MARGARELON.

There is a word will Priam turn to stone;

Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Ther. What art thou ?

Scare Troy out of itselt. But, march, away; Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents. a bastard begot, bastard instructed,bastard in mind, Thús proudly pights upon our Phrygian plains, bastard in valor, in every thing illegitimate. One Let Titan rise as early as he dare, bear will not bite another, and wherefore should i'll through and through you! And thou, great one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most omi

siz'd coward! nous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates : he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard. Mur. The devil take thec, coward! [Exeunt.

9 An arbitrator at athletic games. · Fattening. • Lying • Prevail over. 1 Care. • Burst

Noise, rumor.

• Pitched, fixed.

[Exit.