Het. Eneas is a-field,

And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks,
Ev'n in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

Priam. But thou shalt not go.

Hect. I muft not break my faith:

You know me dutiful, therefore, dear Sir,
Let me not fhame relpect; but give me leave
To take that course by your confent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, Royal Priam.
Caf. O, 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 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!
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out ;
How poor Andromache fhrills her dolour forth !
Behold, diftraction, frenzy and amazement,
Like witlefs anticks, one another meet,
And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! O Hector!
Troi. Away!Away!

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.
Go, wind to wind; there turn and change together:
My love with words and errors ftill the feeds;
But edifies another with her deeds.

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.
[Alarm.] Enter Therfites.

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.

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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,
Prefent

Present the fair Steed to my lady Creffid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty:
Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

Ser. I go, my lord.

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NE XI..

Aga.

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Enter Agamemnon.

ENEW, renew: the fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: baftard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,

And ftands Coloffus-wife, waving his beam
Upon the pafhed coarfes of the Kings,
Epiftropus and Odius. Polyxenus is flain;
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt ;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers: hafte we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perifh all.

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame,
There are a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now, here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled shoals
Before the belching whale: then is he yonder,
And there the ftrawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath;
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does fo much,
That proof is call'd impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Uly. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles

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I's

Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance;
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowfy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofeless, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hedor. Ajax has loft 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 fuch a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck in very spite of cunning

Bad him win all.

SCENE

XII.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. TROILUS, thou coward Troilus!
Dio. Ay, there, there.

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