Het. Eneas is a-field, And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks, Priam. But thou shalt not go. Hect. I muft not break my faith: You know me dutiful, therefore, dear Sir, And. Do not, dear father. · Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you. Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit And. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements." Caf. O farewel, dear Hector : Look, how thou dieft; look, how thy eyes turn pale! Caf. Farewel: yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave; Thou doft thyfelf 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. Priam. Farewel: the Gods with fafety ftand about thee! [Alarm. Troi. They're at it, hark; proud Diomede, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my fleeve. SCENE Pan. Do you hear, my lord, do you hear? Troi. What now? · Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl. -Troi. Let me read. Pan. A whorefon tific, a whorefon rascally tific fo troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I fhall leave you one o' thefe 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 fays fhe, there? Troi. Words, words, mere words; no matter from the heart: The effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter. Pan. Why, but hear you Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey! ignominy and shame Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Changes to the Field between Troy and the Camp. Ther. OW they are clapper-clawing one another, go look on that dissembling abominable varlet, Diomede, has got the fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm: I would fain fee them meet; that, that fame young Trojan afs, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-mafter villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, of a fleeveless VOL. IX. F Errant. 1 Errant. O'th' other fide, the policy of thofe crafty fneering rafcals, that ftale old moufe-eaten dry cheese Neftor, and that fame dog-fox Ulyffes, is not prov'd worth a black-berry.-They fet me up in policy that mungril 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. Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes fleeve, and t'other." Troi. Fly not; for should'ft thou take the river Styx, I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude; Have at thee! [They go off, fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore, Trojan: now the sleeve, now the fleeve, now the fleeve! SCENE X. Enter Hector. Hed. WHAT art thou, Greek! art thou for Hellor's match? Art thou of blood and honour? Ther. No, no: I am a rascal; a fcurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. [Exit. Hect. I do believe thee-live. Ther. God o' 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 fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracleyet, in a fort, lechery eats itself: I'll feek them. [Exit. Enter Diomede and Servant. Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horse, Present the fair Steed to my lady Creffid: Ser. I go, my lord. SCEN NE XI.. Aga. R Enter Agamemnon. ENEW, renew: the fierce Polydamas And ftands Coloffus-wife, waving his beam Enter Neftor. Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, That what he will, he does; and does fo much, Enter Ulyffes. Uly. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles F 2 I's Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; That nofeless, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With fuch a careless force, and forceless care, Bad him win all. SCENE XII. Enter Ajax. Ajax. TROILUS, thou coward Troilus! Neft. So, fo, we draw together. Enter Achilles. Achil. Where is this Hedor? [Exit. [Exeunt. Come, come, thou boy-killer, fhew me thy face: Know, what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector, where's Hedor? I will none but Hector. Re-enter Ajax. [Exit. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head! Re-enter Diomede. Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus? Ajax. What wouldst thou? Dio, I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the General, thou fhouldft have my Office, Ere that correction: Troilus, I fay, what! Troilus? Enter |