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 ^note:
By all ^note the everlasting gods, I'll go!

And.
My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day ^note.

Hect.
No more, I say. Enter Cassandra.

Cas.
Where is my brother Hector?

And.
Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Consort ^note 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 ^note but shapes and forms of slaughter.

Cas.
O, 'tis true.

Hect.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound!

Cas. ^note
No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.

Hect.
Be gone, 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 ^note
To hurt by being just; it is ^note as lawful,
For we would give much, to use violent thefts ^{note note}
And rob ^note in the behalf of charity ^{note note}.

Cas. ^note
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm ^note, sweet Hector.

Hect.
Hold you still, I say;

Mine honour keeps the weather of ^note my fate:
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man ^note
Holds honour far more precious-dear ^note than life. Enter Troilus.
How now, young man! mean'st ^note thou to fight to-day?

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 ^note thy sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes ^note of the war.
Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.

Tro.
Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.

Hect.
What vice is that, good Troilus? ^note chide me for it.

Tro.
When many times the captive ^note Grecian falls,
Even in the fan and wind of your fair ^note sword,
You bid them ^note rise and live.

Hect.
O, 'tis fair play.

Tro.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

Hect.
How now! how now!

Tro.
For the love ^note of all the gods,
Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother ^note;
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The ^note venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords,
Spur them to ruthful ^note work, rein them from ruth!

Hect.
Fie, savage, fie! ^note

Tro.
Hector, then 'tis ^note wars.

Hect.
Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.

Tro.
Who should ^note 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'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. ^note Re-enter ^note Cassandra, with Priam. ^note

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.

Pri.
Come, Hector ^note, come, go back:
Thy wife hath dream'd; 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 afield ^note;
And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

Pri.
Ay, but ^note 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.

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

Cas.
O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns ^note pale!
Look, how thy wounds do ^note bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars! how ^note Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours ^note forth!
Behold, distraction ^note, frenzy and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,
And all cry ‘Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!’

Tro.
Away! away! ^note

Cas.
Farewell: yet ^note, soft! Hector, I take my leave:
Thou 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 ^note,
Do deeds worth ^note praise and tell you them at night.

Pri.
Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee! [Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. ^note Alarum. ^note

Tro.
They are ^note at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Enter Pandarus. ^{note note}

Pan. ^note

Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?

Tro.

What now?

Pan.
Here's a letter come from yond poor girl. ^note

Tro.
Let me read.

Pan.

A whoreson tisick ^note, a whoreson 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' these ^note days: and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't. What says she there?

Tro.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
The effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter. ^note
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors ^note still she feeds, ^note
But edifies another with her deeds. ^note [Exeunt severally. ^{note note}

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