The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and

loosed;

And with another knot, five-finger-tied,1

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques
Of her o'ereaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulys. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express ? 2

Troi. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well In characters as red as Mars his heart

Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy 3
With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

Hark, Greek :-as much as I do Cressid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomed.

That sleeve is mine, that he 'll bear on his helm :
Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constringed 5 in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.6

Troi. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false,

false !

Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,

1 i. e. a knot tied by giving her hand to Diomed.

↑ Helmet.

5 Compressed

2 Can Troilus really feel, on this occasion, half of what be utters? 6 A cant word formed from concupiscence.

3 Love.

And they'll seem glorious.

Ulys.

O, contain yourself:

Your passion draws ears hither.

Enter ENEAS.

En. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy ;

Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct
Troi. Have with you, prince.

lord, adieu!

you home.

Farewell, revolted fair!—and, Diomed,

My courteous

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Ulys. I'll bring you to the gates.

Troi. Accept distracted thanks.

[Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, 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!

[Exit.

SCENE III.

Troy. Before Priam's palace.

Enter HECTOR and andromache.

And. When was my lord so much ungently tem

per'd,

To stop his ears against admonishment?

BOD

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hec. 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.

Hec. No more, I say.

Cas.

Enter CASSANDRA.

Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent : Consort with me in loud and dear petition; Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd

Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.

Cas. O 'tis true.

Hec.

Ho! bid my trumpet sound!

Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet

brother.

Hec. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me

swear.

Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish1 vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

And. O! be persuaded: do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,

For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

1 Foolish.