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 gone.
By the everlasting Gods, I'll go.

Andr.
My Dreams will sure prove ominous to the day.

Hect.
No more, I say. Enter Cassandra.

Cas.
Where is my Brother Hector?

Andr.
Here Sister, arm'd, and bloody in intent:
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, 'tis true.

Hect.
Ho! bid my Trumpet sound.

Cas.
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.

Andr.
O, be perswaded, do not count it holy,
To hurt by being just; it were as lawful
For us to count we give what's gain'd by Thefts,
And rob in the behalf of Charity.

Cas.
It 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 dear Man
Holds Honour far more precious-dear than Life. Enter Troilus.
How now, young man; mean'st thou to fight to day?

Andr.
Cassandra, call my Father to perswade. [Exit Cassandra.

Hect.
No Faith, young Troilus; doff thy Harness, Youth:
I am to day i'th' vein of Chivalry:
Let grow thy Sinews 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;
Which better fits 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.
Fools Play, by Heaven, Hector.

Hect.
How now? how now?

Troi.
For th' love of all the Gods,
Let's leave the Hermit Pity with our Mothers;
And when we have our Armours buckled on,
The venom'd Vengeance ride upon our Swords,
Spur them to ruful work, rein them from ruth.

Hect.
Fie, Savage, fie.

Troi.
Hector, then 'tis Wars.

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

Troi.
Who should with-hold me?
Not Fate, Obedience, nor the Hand of Mars,
Beckning with fiery Truncheon my retire:
Not Priamus and Hecuba on Knees,
Their Eyes o'er-galled with 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.

Enter Priam and Cassandra

Cas.
Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy Crutch; now if thou loose 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 my self,
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.
Ay, 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.

Andr.
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 diest; 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,

Cas.
Farewel: Yet, soft: Hector, I take my leave;
Thou do'st thy self, 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 of praise, and tell you them at Night.

Priam.
Farewel: The Gods with safety stand about thee. [Alarum.

Troi.
They are at it, hark: Proud Diomede, believe
I come to lose my Arm, or win my Sleeve. Enter Pandarus.

Pand.

Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear?

Troi.

What now?

Pand.

Here's a Letter come from yond poor Girl.

Troi.

Let me read.

Pand.

A whorson Ptisick, a whorson rascally Ptisick, so troubles me; and the foolish Fortune of this Girl, and what one thing, and 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, meer Words; no Matter from the Heart.

Pand.
Why, but hear you—

Troi.
Hence, Brothel Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame
Pursue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name. [Exeunt.

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