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.

Priam.
Come, Hector, come, go back;
Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had 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 engag'd to many Greeks,
Ev'n in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

Priam.
But thou shalt not go.

Hect.
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. [Exit Andromache.

Troi.
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.

Cas.
O farewel, dear Hector,
Look, how thou dy'st; look, how thy eyes turn pale!
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out;
How poor Andromache shrills her dolour forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement,
Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! O Hector!

Troi.
Away!—Away!—

Cas.
Farewel. Yes. Soft. Hector, I take my leave;
Thou do'st 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.

Priam.

Farewel. The Gods with safety stand about thee.

Troi.
They're at it; hark. Proud Diomede, believe—
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

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