Troy. Before PRIAM'S Palace. |
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Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. |
And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, |
To stop his ears against admonishment? |
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. |
Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in: |
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. |
And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day. |
Hect. No more, I say. |
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Enter CASSANDRA. |
Cas. Where is my brother Hector? |
And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent. |
Consort with me in loud and dear petition; |
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd |
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night |
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. |
Cas. O! 'tis true. |
Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound. |
Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. |
Hect. Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. |
Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows: |
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd |
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. |
And. O! be persuaded: do not count it holy |
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, |
For we would give much, to use violent thefts, |
And rob in the behalf of charity. |
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; |
But vows to every purpose must not hold. |
Unarm, sweet Hector. |
Hect. Hold you still, I say; |
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: |
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man |
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. |
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Enter TROILUS. |
How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day? |
And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. [Exit CASSANDRA. |
Hect. No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth; |
I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry: |
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, |
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. |
Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy, |
I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy. |
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? chide me for it. |
Tro. When many times the captive Grecian falls, |
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, |
You bid them rise, and live. |
Hect. O! 'tis fair play. |
Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. |
Hect. How now! how now! |
Tro. 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. |
Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. |
Tro. Who should withhold me? |
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars |
Beckoning 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. |
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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. Æneas is a-field; |
And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, |
Even in the faith of valour, to appear |
This morning to them. |
Pri. Ay, 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. 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 ANDROMACHE. |
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl |
Makes all these bodements. |
Cas. 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, distraction, frenzy, and amazement, |
Like witless anticks, one another meet, |
And all cry Hector! Hector's dead! O 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. |
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As 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 come from yond poor girl. |
Tro. 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? |
Tro. 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 still she feeds, |
But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally. |
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