VOW,

But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector.

Heet. Hold you still, I say;

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious-dear

Enter TROILUS.

Hect. O, 'tis fair play.

Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Hect. How now? How now?

Tro. For the love of all the gods,

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother;
And when we have onr armours buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords;
Spur them to ruthfulf work, rein them from ruth §.
Hect. Fie, savage, fie!

Tro. Hector, then 'tis 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 Priamns and Hecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, Opposed 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, Thon on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together.

Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back :

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Cus. Farewell.-Yet, soft:-Hector, I take my

leave:

Thon dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amazed, 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 thee! [Erunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums.

Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,

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

AS TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,
PANDARUS.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
Tro. What now?

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

Pun. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so trouoles 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 nine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot te 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,

[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 foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-masterly villian, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, the old mouse-caten 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 car Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion, Soft! here come

visions;

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

Hect. Æneas is a-field;

And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear

This morning to them.

Pri. But thou shalt not go.

Heet. 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.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
And. Do not, dear father.

Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you:
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Exit Andromac
Makes all these bodements.

Cas. 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, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,

And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
Tro. Away!-Away !—

• Valuable.

Rueful, woeful.

+ Put off. Mercy.

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Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof.

Serv. I go, my lord.

Enter AGAMEMNON.

[Exit Servant.

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 Cedins: Polixenes is slain;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised: 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-paced 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:

abide?

takes;

Dexterity so obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is called impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! Great Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have roused 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.

Tro. O traitor Diomed ?-Turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life thou owest 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.

Enter HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother

1 Shoal of fish. Lance. Bruised, crushed. Killer. Not to be a looker on. Lying.

SCENE VII.-The same.

[Exeunt.

SITES.

Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Now my double-henn'd sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'lool The bull has the game:-'Ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter MARGARELON.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mi bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. Un bear will not bite another, and wherefore shockd one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most on ous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Field.

Enter HECTOR.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath Rest sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! [Puts off his Helmet, and hangs his Shield behind him.

seek.

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 unarin'd, forego this 'vantage, Grees. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the mas [Hector faili So, Ilion, fall thou next! 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. + Care. + Burst. Take not this advantage.

Prevail over.

§ Employ.

[Several speaking at once.

1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish?

Cit. Resolved, resolved.

Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.

2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.

1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'would all the

rest were so!

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand! Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray

you.

Cit. We know't, we know't.

1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at

our own price. Is't a verdict?

Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done : Away,

away.

2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good; what authority surfeits on, would relieve us if they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularise their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.-Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?

Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty.

2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?

1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.

2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.

1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienced men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of

his virtue.

2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: you must in no way say,

he is covetous.

They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too.

Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,

Will you undo yourselves?

1 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Against the Roman state; whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder, than can ever Appear in your impediment: for the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you; and you slander The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies.

1 Cit. Care for us!-True, indeed!-They ne'er Suffer us to fanish, and their cared for us yet. store-houses cramm'd with grain; make ediets for usury, to support usurers: repeal daily any wholesome act establish'd against the rich; and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. Men. Either you must

Contess yourselves wondrous malicious,
Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
To scale't a little more.

think to fob of our disgrace + with a tale; but an't 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not

Men. There was a time, when all the body's

members

Cit. Come, come.

1 Cit. Soft; who comes here?

Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it:-
That only like a gulf it did remain

I' the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing