You flow to great distraction, come, my lord. Tro. O wither'd truth! Tro. I will be patient. Doth that grieve thee? [Exit. Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. But with my heart the other eye doth see. more, Unless she say, my mind is now turn'd whore. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. She was not, sure. Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If there be rule in unity itself, Cres. You look upon that sleeve: Behold it well.-If sanctimony be the gods' delight, Ay, that. Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you Dio. I will have this: whose was it? Cres. Well, well, 't is done, 't is past :-And yet it Why then, farewell; Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? Do come :-I shall be plagued. This is not she. O madness of discourse, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Ay, come:-O Jove! Ulyss. Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I prithee, come.- O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter Eneas. ne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lordg Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, 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 them! [Exit. SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my lord so much ungently temTo stop his ears against admonishment? [per'd, Unarmi, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone: By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the Hect. No more, I say. [day. Cas. 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 Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughCas. O, it is true. [ter. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Enter Cassandra. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. And. O! be persuaded: Do not count it holy For we would give much, to count violent thefts, Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow: Hold you still, I say; How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to-day? (for it. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector! Hect. How now? how now? For the love of all the gods, 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 Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire; Not Priamus, and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had vi- Pri. Ay, but thou shalt not go. And. Cas. [leave: Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft.-Hector, I take iny Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. Į 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. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Pan. A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick and what one thing, what another, that I shall so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; leave you one o' these days: And I have a rheum in mine 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.Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds. Pan. Why! but hear you. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame [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 varlet, Diomed, has got that same 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 whoremasterly 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 come sleeve, and t' other. Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Tro. Fly not; for, should'st thou take the river I would swim after. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: Have at thee! [Styx, Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian -now for thy whore, Trojan!-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting Enter Hector." Hect. What art thou, Greek, art thou for Hector's Art thou of blood and honour? [match? Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. [Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes; That what he will he does; and does so much Enter Ulysses. Ulyss. O courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, [to him, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come Crying on Hector. Ajax ith lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it, Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Mad and fantastic execution; Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Where is this Hector? SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Field. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! Dio. Troilus, I say! where 's Troilus? Dio. I would correct him. What would'st thou? [office Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus. Tro. u traiter Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought, my youngest brother! Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: And when I have the bloody Hector found, Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; 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. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned 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? SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, 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; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou; 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. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. [earth, Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the And, stickler-like, the armies separate. My half-supp'd sword that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.[Sheaths his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. SCENE X.-The same. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam, Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nest. Peace, drums. [Within.] Achilles! Achilles! Hector 's slain! Achilles! Dio. The bruit is Hector 's slain, and by Achilles. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was a man as good as he. 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, SCENE XI.-Another Part of the Field. 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. All. Hector!-The gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murtherer'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! Ane. 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, greatsiz'd coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Pandarus. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. [Exit Troilus. 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 how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so desired, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? -Let me see : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,' Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for ine, yet for your aching bones. Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. [Ex. ACT I. Court. Sometimes in BRITAIN; Sometimes in ROME. A sample to the youngest; to th' more mature SCENE I.-Britain. The Garden behind Cymbe- A glass that feated them; and to the graver, line's Palace. Enter Two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers But what 's the matter? 2 Gent. None but the king? 1 Gent. He that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, 2 Gent. And why so? 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, (I mean, that married her,-alack, good man !— And therefore banish'd,) is a creature such As to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a inan but he. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father (Then old and fond of Issue,) took such sorrow A child that guided dotards: to his mistress- [ledge [vey'd! 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so conSo slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 't is strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir. 2 Gent. I do well believe you. [man, [Exeunt. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the gentleThe queen, and princess. SCENE II.-The same. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen. Queen. No, he assur'd, you shall not find me, After the slander of most step-mothers, [daughter, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthúmus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. Imo. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Post. My queen! my mistress! O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause |