Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten
diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures,
catarrhs, loads o'gravel i'the back, lethargies, 9notecold
palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs,
bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns
i' the palm, incurable bone-ach, and the rivell'd fee-simple
of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous
discoveries!
Patr.
Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou,
what meanest thou to curse thus?
you ruinous butt; you whoreson
indistinguishable cur, no.
Ther.
No? why art thou then exasperate, 2notethou
idle immaterial skein of sleive silk, thou green sarcenet
flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse,
thou? Ah, how the poor world is pester'd with such
water flies; diminutives of nature!
Achil.
My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from queen Hecuba;
5noteA token from her daughter, my fair love;
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
Fall, Greeks; fail, fame; honour, or go, or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.—
Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banquetting must all be spent.—
Away, Patroclus. [Exeunt.
Ther.
With too much blood, and too little brain,
these two may run mad; but if with too much brain,
and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen.
Here's Agamemnon,—an honest fellow enough,
and one that loves quails; but he hath not so much
brain as ear-wax; 6note
And the goodly transformation of
-- 133 --
Jupiter there, his brother, the bull,—the primitive
statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty
shooing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,
—to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with
malice, and malice 7note
forced with wit, turn him? To
an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to an
ox were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a dog,
a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a
-- 134 --
puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care:
but to be a Menelaus,—I would conspire against
destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not
Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar,
so I were not Menelaus.—Hey-day! 8notespirits,
and fires!
Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, and Diomed, with lights.
Aga.
We go wrong, we go wrong.
Ajax.
No, yonder 'tis;
There, where we see the light.
Hect.
I trouble you.
Ajax.
No, not a whit.
Ulys.
Here comes himself to guide you. Enter Achilles.
Achil.
Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes
all.
Aga.
So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
Achil.
Good night, and welcome, both at once, to those
That go, or tarry.
Aga.
Good night. [Exeunt Agam. and Menel.
Achil.
Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
Dio.
I cannot, lord; I have important business,
-- 135 --
The tide whereof is now.—Good night, great Hector.
Hect.
Give me your hand.
Ulyss.
Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent;
I'll keep you company. [To Troilus.
Troi.
Sweet sir, you honour me.
Hect.
And so, good night.
Achil.
Come, come, enter my tent.
[Exeunt severally.
Ther.
That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a
most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when
he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: 9notehe
will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the
hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretel
it; it is prodigious, there will come some change;
the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps
his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not
to dog him: 1notethey say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and
uses the traitor Calchas his tent: I'll after.—Nothing
but lechery! all incontinent varlets!
[Exit.SCENE II.Calchas' tent.Enter Diomed.
Dio.
What are you up here, ho? speak.
Cal.
Who calls?
Dio.
Diomed.—
Calchas, I think. Where is your daughter?
Cal.
She comes to you. Enter Troilus, and Ulysses, at a distance; after them Thersites.
Ulyss.
Stand where the torch may not discover us.
-- 136 --
Enter Cressida.
Troi.
Cressid come forth to him!
Dio.
How now, my charge?
Cre.
Now, my sweet guardian!—Hark,
A word with you. [Whispers.
Troi.
Yea, so familiar!
Ulyss.
She will sing any man at first sight.
Ther.
And any man
May sing her, if he can take 2note
her cliff; she's noted.
Dio.
Will you remember?
Cre.
Remember? yes.
Dio.
Nay, but do then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Troi.
What should she remember?
Ulyss.
List!
Cre.
Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
Ther.
Roguery!
Dio.
Nay, then,—
Cre.
I'll tell you what.
Dio.
Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are
forsworn.—
-- 137 --
Cre.
In faith, I cannot: What would you have
me do?
Ther.
A juggling trick, to be—secretly open.
Dio.
What did you swear you would bestow on me?
Cre.
I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
Dio.
Good night.
Troi.
Hold, patience!
Ulyss.
How now, Trojan?
Cre.
Diomed,—
Dio.
No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no
more.
Troi.
Thy better must.
Cre.
Hark, one word in your ear.
Troi.
O plague and madness!
Ulyss.
You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
Troilus, farewel! one eye yet looks on thee;
9note
But with my heart the other eye doth see.—
Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads, must err; O then conclude,
Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit.
Ther. 1noteA proof of strength she could not publish more,
Unless she say, My mind is now turn'd whore.
Ulyss.
All's done, my lord.
Troi.
It is.
Ulyss.
Why stay we then?
Troi.
To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
-- 142 --
But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,
2note
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?
Ulyss.
Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.
Troi.
Let it not be believ'd for womanhood!
Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn critics—apt, without a theme,
For depravation—to square the general sex
By Cressid's rule:—rather think this not Cressid.
Ulyss.
What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
Troi.
Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Ther.
Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
Troi.
This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid!
Within my soul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Divides far wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
7note
As Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
-- 144 --
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and loos'd;
And with another 8noteknot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques
Of her 9noteo'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulyss. 1noteMay worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express?
Troi.
Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
-- 145 --
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy
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 compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.
Ther.
He'll tickle it for his concupy.
Troi.
O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
And they'll seem glorious.
Ulyss.
O, contain yourself;
Your passion draws ears hither. Enter Æneas.
Æne.
I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Troi.
Have with you, prince:—My courteous lord, adieu:—
Farewel, revolted fair!—and, Diomed,
Stand fast, 2note
and wear a castle on thy head!
Ulyss.
I'll bring you to the gates.
-- 146 --
Troi.
Accept distracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, 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.The palace of Troy.Enter Hector, and Andromache.
And.
When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Hect.
You train, me to offend you; get you in:
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
Cas.
O, it is true.
Hect.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
Cas.
No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.
Hect.
Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.
Cas.
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish 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,
4note
For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.
Cas. 5noteIt is the purpose, that makes strong the vow;
But vows, to every purpose, must not hold:
Unarm, sweet Hector.
Hect.
Hold you still, I say;
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
Life every man holds dear; but the 6note
dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.—
-- 148 --
Enter Troilus.
How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight today?
And.
Cassandra, call my father to persuade. [Exit Cassandra.
Hect.
No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
Let grow thy finews 'till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.
Troi.
Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
7noteWhich better sits a lion, than a man.
Hect.
What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.
Troi.
When many times the captive Grecians fall,
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
You bid them rise, and live.
Hect.
O, 'tis fair play.
Troi.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Hect.
How now? how now?
Troi.
For the love of all the gods,
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.
Hect.
Fie, savage, fie!
Troi.
Hector, then 'tis wars.
Hect.
Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
-- 149 --
Troi.
Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'er-galled 8notewith 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 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.
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,
Even 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.
-- 150 --
Troi.
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
Cas. 9noteO farewel, dear Hector.
Look, how thou dy'st! 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 forth1note
!
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. 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.
Priam.
Farewel: The gods with safety stand
about thee!
[Exit Priam. Alarums.
Troi.
They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve2note.
-- 151 --
Enter Pandarus.
Pan.
Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Troi.
What now?
Pan.
Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl.
Troi.
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 ach in my bones, that,
unless a man were curst, I cannot tell what to think
on't.—What says she there?
Troi.
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.
Pan
Why, but hear you—
Troi. 3noteHence, broker lacquey!—ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exeunt.SCENE IV.Between Troy and the camp.[Alarum.]Enter Thersites.
Ther.
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
-- 152 --
would fain see them meet; that that same young
Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send
that Greekish whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve,
back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless
errand. 4noteO' 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 black-berry:—They set me up,
in policy, that mungril 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 5noteto proclaim
barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
Enter Diomed, and Troilus.
Troi.
Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx,
I would swim after.
Dio.
Thou dost mis-call retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee! [They go off fighting.
Ther.
Hold thy whore, Grecian!—now for thy
whore, Trojan!—now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Enter Hector.
Hect.
What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
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.
[Exit.SCENE V.The same.Enter Diomed, and a Servant.
Dio.
Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse7note
;
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.
Serv.
I go, my lord. Enter Agamemnon.
Aga.
Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: 8note
bastard Margarelon
-- 154 --
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: 9note
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:
Now here he fights 1note
on Galathe his horse,
-- 155 --
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they fly, or die, like 2note
scaled sculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there 3note
the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter Ulysses.
Ulyss.
O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
-- 156 --
Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chip'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.
Enter Ajax.
Ajax.
Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit.
Dio.
Ay, there, there.
Nest.
So, so, we draw together. [Exeunt.Enter Achilles.
Achil.
Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, shew thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exit.SCENE VI.Another part of the field.Re-enter Ajax.
Ajax.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy head! Enter Diomed.
Dio.
Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ajax.
What wouldst thou?
Dio.
I would correct him.
Ajax.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office,
Ere that correction:—Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
-- 157 --
Enter Troilus.
Troi.
O traitor Diomed!—turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
you cogging Greeks; have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting.Enter Hector.
Hect.
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter Achilles.
Achil.
Now do I see thee: Ha!—Have at thee,
Hector.
Hect.
Pause, if thou wilt. [Fight.
Achil.
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
'Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Hect.
Fare thee well:—
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother?
-- 158 --
Re-enter Troilus.
Troi.
Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:—Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.Enter one in armour.
Hect.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:—
No? wilt thou not?—5note
But I'll be master of it:—Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
[Exit.SCENE VII.The same.Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil.
Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say,—Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms7note.
-- 160 --
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:—
It is decreed—Hector the great must die.
[Exeunt.SCENE VIII.The same.Enter Thersites, Menelaus, and Paris.
Ther.
The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at
it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now
my double-hen'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, loo! 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 mind,
bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One
bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one
bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to
us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he
tempts judgment: Farewel, bastard.
Mar.
The devil take thee, coward!
[Exeunt.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! Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons.
Achil.
Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
-- 161 --
8noteEven with the vail and dark'ning of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Achil. 1noteStrike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[Hector falls.
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.
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
-- 162 --
Achil.
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
2note
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supt sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.—
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.Sound retreat. Shout.SCENE X.The same.Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and the rest, marching.
Dio.
The bruit is—Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Aga.
March patiently along:—Let one be sent,
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.—
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt.
-- 163 --
SCENE XI.Another part of the field.Enter Æneas, and Trojans.
Æne.
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
3noteNever go home; here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus.
Troi.
Hector is slain.
All.
Hector?—the gods forbid!
Troi.
He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.—
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy4note
!
I say, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!
Æne.
My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi.
You understand me not, that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
But dare all imminence, that gods, and men,
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there—Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet;—You vile abominable tents,
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Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you!—And thou, great-siz'd coward!
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.—
Strike a free march to Troy!—with comfort go;
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas, &c.Enter Pandarus.
Pan.
Do you hear, my lord; do you hear?
Troi. 5noteHence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
[Exit Troilus.
Pan.
A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!—
Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd!
O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'
work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour
be so 6notelov'd, and the performance so loath'd?
what verse for it? what instance for it?—Let me see:—
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
'Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:
But being once subdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.—
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.
As many as be here of pander's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
