Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool
Tro. Thy better must.
[no more.
Cres.
Hark! one word in your ear
Tro. 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.
Tro. Behold, I pray you!
Ulyss.
Now, good my lord, go off;
You flow to great destruction; come, my lord.
Tro. I pr'ythee, stay.
Ulyss.

You have not patience; come.
Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's
I will not speak a word.
[torments,
Dio.
And so, good night.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
Tro.
Doth that grieve thee?
Why, how now, lord!

O wither'd truth!

Ulyss.

Tro.

I will be patient.

Cres.

By Jove,
Guardian!-why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.
Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something;
You will break out.
[will you go?
Tro.
She strokes his cheek!
Ulyss.
Come, come.
Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a
word:

There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience-stay a little while.

Ther, How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, and potato finger, tickles these together! Fry, Dio. But will you then? [lechery, fry? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. Cres. I'll fetch you one. [Exit.

Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. Fear me not, my lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition Of what I feel; I am all patience.

No matter, now I hav't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens:-Well said, whetDio. I shall have it. [stone. Cres.

Dio.

What, this? Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge, Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience.

Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith I'll give you something else. [you shall not; Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? "Tis no matter.

Cres.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than But, now you have it, take it. [you will. Dio. Whose was it? Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy It should be challeng'd. [horn, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past, -And yet I will not keep my word, [it is not; Dio. Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a But it straight starts you. word, Dio. I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best.

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? Cres. Ay, come :-O Jove!Do come:-I shall be plagu'd. Dio.

Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.-

[Exit DIOMEDES Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; 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 CRESSIDA.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said my mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Tro. It is. Ulyss. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke. But, if I tell how these two did co-act, Shall I not lie in publishing a truth? Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, An esperance so obstinately strong, That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; As if those organs had deceptuous functions,

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. Fye, savage, fye!

Tro.
Hector, then 'tis wars.
Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to
Tro. Who should withhold me? [day.
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckening 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,

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.

Pri.
Come. Hector, 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.

Eneas is afield; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valour to appear This morning to them.

Pri.

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. Ŏ 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.

Cus.
O farewell, dear Hector.
Look, how thou diest! 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 forth!
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector
Tro. Away!-Away!
[my leave:
Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft-Hector, I take
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. [about thee! Pri. Farewell; the gods with safety stand [Exeunt severally PRI, and HECT. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,

I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. 1s TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Tro. What now?

Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.

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 have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were curs'd, I cannot tell what to think on't.--What says she there?

Tro. 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 to: gether.

My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt severally.

Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got the same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in this helm; I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals.-that stale old mouseeaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not proved worth a blackberry :They set me up, in policy, that mongrel 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 to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river I would swim after. [Styx, Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now for thy whore, Trojan!-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting. Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?

Art thou of blood, and honour? Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.

[Exit.

Hect. I do believe thee:--live. 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 swallowed 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 DIOMEDES and a Servant.
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus'
horse;

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. [Exit Servant.
Enter AGAMEMNON.

Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
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'n, or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised: 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 on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die like scaled sculls Before the belching whale; ther is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and Dexterity so obeying appetite, [takes; 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:
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'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.

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil. Now do I see thee; Ha!-Have at thee, Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. [Hector.

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.

[Exit.

Hect. Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Re-enter TROILUS,

Tro. 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 sumptuous Armour.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; goodly mark:I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, [abide? But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt.

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 arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye!
It is decreed - Hector the great must die.
[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. The same.
Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then
THERSITES.

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware 'loo! now, my double-henned sparrow! 100, horns, ho!

[Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

head!

Enter DIOMEDES.

Dio. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus?

Ajax. What would'st thou? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office [Troilus? Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Enter TROILUS.

Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon: Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting.

Enter HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my "ount brother?

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: Farewell, 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: [death!

Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: