Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.-
My love with words and errors still she feeds;
But edifies another with her deeds. [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 whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not proved worth a black-berry:-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, shouldst thou take the river Styx 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!

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 match?

Art thou of blood, and honour?

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. SCENE V-The same. Enter Diomedes and a Ser

vant.

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof.

Serv.

I go, my lord. [Exit Serv. Enter Agamemnon.

Aga. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner;

And stands, collossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Enter Nestor.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;

And bid the snail-pae'd 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
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,
That proof is call'd impossibility.

Enter Ulysses.

Ulyss, O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is armning, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rous'd 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,
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,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

SCENE VI-Another Part of the Field. Enter Ajax,
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Enter Diomedes.

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ajax.

What would'st thou ?

Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were 1 the general, thou should'st 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 ow'st me for my horse!
Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you
both.
[Exeunt fighting.

No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exe.

SCENE VII.-The same. 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.

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 I seek. [Hector falls.

So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.→→→→→
On, Myrmidons; and ery you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

[4 Retreat sounded.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X.-The same. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax,
Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and others, marching.
Shouts within.

Aga. Hark! bark! what shout is that?
Nest.

[Within.]

Peace, drums. 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 as good a man as he.

Aga. March patiently along :-Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-

If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XI-Another Part of the field. Enter Ene as and Trojans.

Enc. 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 murderer'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!

Ene. 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 into 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. Bat, 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, great-siz'd coward!

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift às frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy !—with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Ancas and Trojans.

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side,
Pandarus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent déspised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail 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 me, 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. [Exit.

1

1

Cymbeline, king of Britain.

Cloten, son to the queen by a former husband.
Leonatus Posthumus, a gentleman, husband to Imogen.
Belarius, a banished lord, disguised under the name of
Morgan.

Guiderius, (sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the
Arviragus, names of Polydore and Cadwal, sup-
posed sons to Belarius.
Philario, friend to Posthumus, Italians.
Jachimo, friend to Philario,
A French Gentleman, friend to Philario.
Caius Lucius, general of the Roman forces.
A Roman Captain, Two British Captains.
Pisanie, servant to Posthumus.

Cornelius, a physician.
Two Gentlemen.
Two Gaolers.

Queen, wife to Cymbeline.

Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.
Helen, woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies. Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appari-
tions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish
Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers,
Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy.

2 Gent.

What's his name, and birth?

1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father
Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour,
Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success:
So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time,

Died with their swords in hand; for which their father
(Then old and fond of issue.) took such sorrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:
Puts him to all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court,
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd:
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature,
A glass that feated them; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd,—her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ;
By her election may be truly read,
What kind of man he is.

I honour him

2 Gent. Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell Is she sole child to the king?

His only child.

me,

1 Gent. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,

I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went.

2 Gent.

How long is this ago?