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Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
yet the spacious breadth of this division
loos’d; And with another knot, five-finger-tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express?
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.
0, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither.
Enter Æneas. Æne. 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 yout: prince:-My courteous lord,
Farewel, revolted fair !-and, Diomed,
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. • Tro.- Accept distracted thanks.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, 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!
BEFORE PRIAM'S PALACE.
Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem
perd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in: By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to
the day. Hect. No more,
Enter Cassandra. Cas.
Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in intent:
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
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 peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
And. O! be persuaded: Do not count it holy
Hold you still, I say;
: Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
[Erit Cassandra. Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy har
ness, youth, I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry: Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Tro. Brother, you have a vice of
you, Which better fits a lion, than a man. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide
me for it. Tro. When many times the captive Grecians
Hect. O, 'tis fair play.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
For the love of all the gods,
Hect. Fie, savage, fie!
Hector, then 'tis wars.