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Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter Cassandra, with Priam. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together. Pri.

Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had vi

Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
To tell thee--that this day is ominous:
Therefore, come back.

Æneas is a-field;
And I do stand evgag'd to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

But thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break


You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice,

you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.

Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

[Exit Andromache. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl

Makes all these bodements.

O farewel, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns

Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!

Tro. Away!-Away!—
Cas. Farewel.— Yet, soft:-Hector, I take my

leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [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. Farewel: The gods with safety stand about

thee! [Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, be

lieve, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

As Troilus is going out; enter, from the other side,

Pan. Do you hear, my lord: do


Tro. What now?
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.

Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall 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 curs’d, I cannot tell what to think on't.— What says she there? Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter froni 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.

Ereunt seterally.



Alarums: Excursions. Enter Thersites. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one anther; 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, 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 prov'd 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 Diomed, Troilus following:
Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst 'thou take the river

I would swim after.

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 Diomed, fighting.

Enter Hector. Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hec

tor'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 swallow'd one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.




Enter Diomed, and a Servant.
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus'

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.

I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.

Enter Agamemnon. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner; And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Upon the pashed corses of the kings Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes 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-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field:

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