HECTOR. How now! how now!
TROILUS. For th" love of all the G.o.ds, Let"s leave the hermit Pity with our mother; 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!
HECTOR. Fie, savage, fie!
TROILUS. Hector, then "tis wars.
HECTOR. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
TROILUS. Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Beck"ning with fiery truncheon my retire; Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o"ergalled with recourse of tears; Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Oppos"d to hinder me, should stop my way, But by my ruin.
Re-enter Ca.s.sANDRA, with PRIAM
Ca.s.sANDRA. 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.
PRIAM. Come, Hector, come, go back.
Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had visions; Ca.s.sandra doth foresee; and I myself Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt To tell thee that this day is ominous.
Therefore, come back.
HECTOR. Aeneas is a-field; And I do stand engag"d to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valour, to appear This morning to them.
PRIAM. Ay, but thou shalt not go.
HECTOR. I must not break my faith.
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 Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
Ca.s.sANDRA. O Priam, yield not to him!
ANDROMACHE. Do not, dear father.
HECTOR. Andromache, I am offended with you.
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Exit ANDROMACHE TROILUS. This foolish, dreaming, superst.i.tious girl Makes all these bodements.
Ca.s.sANDRA. O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look how thou diest. Look how thy eye turns pale.
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 distraction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet, And all cry, Hector! Hector"s dead! O Hector!
TROILUS. Away, away!
Ca.s.sANDRA. Farewell!-yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
Exit HECTOR. 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.
PRIAM. Farewell. The G.o.ds with safety stand about thee!
Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR.
Alarums TROILUS. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
Enter PANDARUS
PANDARUS. Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
TROILUS. What now?
PANDARUS. Here"s a letter come from yond poor girl.
TROILUS. Let me read.
PANDARUS. A wh.o.r.eson tisick, a wh.o.r.eson rascally tisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o" th"s 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?
TROILUS. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart; Th" effect doth operate another way.
[Tearing the letter]
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
ACT V. SCENE 4.
The plain between Troy and the Grecian camp
Enter THERSITES. Excursions
THERSITES. 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 Troyan a.s.s that loves the wh.o.r.e there might send that Greekish wh.o.r.emasterly villain with the sleeve back to the dissembling luxurious drab of a sleeve-less errand. A th" t"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.
Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following
Soft! here comes sleeve, and t"other.
TROILUS. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx I would swim after.
DIOMEDES. Thou dost miscall retire.
I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of mult.i.tude.
Have at thee.
THERSITES. Hold thy wh.o.r.e, Grecian; now for thy wh.o.r.e, Troyan-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES fighting
Enter HECTOR
HECTOR. What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector"s match?
Art thou of blood and honour?
THERSITES. No, no-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
HECTOR. I do believe thee. Live.
Exit THERSITES. G.o.d-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
ACT V. SCENE 5.
Another part of the plain
Enter DIOMEDES and A SERVANT
DIOMEDES. 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 Troyan, And am her knight by proof.
SERVANT. I go, my lord.
Exit
Enter AGAMEMNON
AGAMEMNON. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down enon; b.a.s.t.a.r.d Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner, And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Upon the pashed corses of the kings Epistrophus and Cedius. Polixenes is slain; Amphimacus 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
NESTOR. Go, bear Patroclus" body to Achilles, And bid the snail-pac"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 everywhere, he leaves and takes; Dexterity so obeying appet.i.te That what he will he does, and does so much That proof is call"d impossibility.