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Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here
Tro. 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?
Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
Tro. 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,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This was not she. O madness of discourse,
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express?
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged To characters as red as Mars his heart [well 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. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious.
Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither.
Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; [lord: Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous lord, adieu :
Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,
Hect. Hold you still, I say;
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:
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? chido me for it. [fall,
Tro. When many times the captive Grecians
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
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Hect. Eueas is afield;
And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,
Pri. But thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break my faith.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [ex. And. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements.
Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!
[exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft: Hector, I take my
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.
I come, to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.
Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic 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 rheim 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, 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.
Cas. O farewell, dear Hector.
Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns I would swim after.
SCENE IV. 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 that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I 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, on a sleeveless errand. O'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 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 come sleeve, and t'other.
Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Tro. Fly not; for, should'st thou take the river [Styx,
Dio. Thou dost miscal retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
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 rail. ing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Hect. I do believe thee;-live.
Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck, for frightening 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. Lexit.
SCENE V. THE SAME.
Enter Diomedes and a Servant.
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus'
Serv. I go, my lord.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
And stands Colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
Ulyss. O courage, courage, princes! great
Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Achil. Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Achil. Now do I see thee: ha!-Have at thee,
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Hect. Fare thee well:
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be?
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have
Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what,
Tro. O traitor, Diomed!-Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
SCENE VII. THE SAME.
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
SCENE VIII. THE SAME.
[exeunt. Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then, Thersites. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-nakor, are at it: now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Now, my double-henn'd sparrow! Loo,
Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho!
[exeunt Par. & Men. 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: farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward!
SCENE IX. ANOTHER PART OF THE YIELD.
All. Hector?-The gods forbid !
Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
[puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage,
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I
So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down;
Hark! A retreat upon our Grecian part.
SCENE X. THE SAME.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio-
[Within.] Achilles !
Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles:
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Enter Eneas and Trojans. [field:
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shamз Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. [exit Troilus.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! -O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! () traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing.
Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be:
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Agam. March patiently along:-Let one be Some two months hence my will shall here be
To pray Achilles see us at our tent:-
It should be now, but that my fear is this,-
SCENE 1. LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.
K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. No more the thirsty Erinnys of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Of hos ile paces: those opposed eyes, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred,Did lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, March all one way; and be no more oppos'd Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies: The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed_cross We are impressed and engaged to fight), Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb,
To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
Lady Percy, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister to Mortimor. Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendower, and Wife Mortimer.
Mrs. Quickly, Hostess of a Tavern in Eastcheap.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawors two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil
Brake off our business for the Holy Land.