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Without perdition, and loss assume all reason.
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.
Tro. O Cressid ! ( false Cressid ! false, false, false !
O, contain yourself;
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous lord, adicu :-
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
[Excunt 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 !
SCENE III.--Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE.
Hect. You train me to offend you ; get you gone :
Where is my brother Hector?
Cas. 0, it is true.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow :
Hold you still, I say ;
Unarm thee, go ; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you
Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus ? chide me for it.
Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall,
Hect. O, 'tis fair play.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector !
For the 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 ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Hect. Fie, savage, fie ! Tro.
Hector, then 'tis wars.
Tro. Who should withhold me ?
Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
Come, Hector, come, go back :
Æneas is a-field ;
Ay, but thou shalt not go.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
Do not, dear father.
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you:
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
O farewell, dear Hector.
Tro. Away !--Away!
Cas. Farewell.—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. Pri Farewell : the gods with safety stand about thee !
[Exeunt severally Priam and HECTOR. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS
Let me read. Pan. A whoreson tisick, 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 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? Trứ. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart ,
[Tearing the letler. 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.
Tro. Hence, brother lackey ! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name. [Exeunt severally.
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 whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of 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 ine 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:
Thou dost miscall retire :
Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy whore, Trojan ! -now the sleeve, now the sleeve !
[Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.
Ther. No, no :-I am a rascal ; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee ;-live.
[Erit. 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 cats itself. I'll seek them.
SCENE V.--The same.
Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.
I go, my lord. [Exit Servant.