Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; 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? Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. [They strive.1 'Tis no matter. Cres. 'T was one's that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, Cres. Well, well, 't is done, 't is past;—and yet 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. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you,2 pleases me best. Dio. What! shall I come? the hour? Cres. Do come:-I shall be plagu'd. Dio. Ay, come:-O Jove ! Farewell till then. Cres. Good night: I pr'ythee, come.- Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit CRESSIDA. Ther. A proof of strength, she could not publish more, Unless she said, "my mind is now turn'd whore." Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Tro. It is. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Was Cressid here ? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. She was not, sure. Most sure, she was. Ulyss. Think we had mothers: do not give advantage For depravation,-to square the general sex Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If beauty have a soul, this is not she: If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she. O madness of discourse, Divides more wider than the sky and earth; Instance? O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, 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 Hark, Greek:-as much as I do Cressid love, That sleeve is mine, that he 'll bear on his helm: Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun, 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. 1 bound in folio. Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [Exeunt TROILUS, ENEAS, and ULYSSES. Ther. [Coming forward.] 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 them! [Exit. SCENE III.-Troy. Before PRIAM's Palace. Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in1: By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to-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 Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of 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 peevish3 vows: They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. And. O! be persuaded: do not count it holy To hurt by being just: it is as lawful For us to give much count to violent thefts,* And rob in the behalf of charity. Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold. Unarm, sweet Hector. 1 gone in folio. 2 Not in folio. 3 Foolish. 4 The folio: "For The line has been we would count give much to as violent thefts." variously arranged by modern editors. "For we would give much, to so count violent thefts," is one of the best. Hect. Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate : 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 harness, youth; I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry. Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, 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! 't is fair play. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Hect. How now! how now! Tro. For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers, And when we have our armours buckled on, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Hect. Fie, savage, fie! Tro. Hector, then 't is wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, But by my ruin. Re-enter CASSANDRA with PRIAM. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: |