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Re-enter CRESSIDA. 7'ro. Cressid comes forth to him!

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Dio.

How now, my charge ? Cres. Here, Diomod, keep this sleeve. Cres. Now, my sweet guardian 1-Ilark! a Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith! word with you. (Whispers. Ulyss.

My lord, Tro. Yea, so familiar!

Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it Ther. And any man mny sing her, if he can well,

{again take her cliff; she's noted.

Ile loved me - 0 false wench! - Give't me Dio. Will you remember?

Dio. Who was't ?
Remeinber? yes.


No matter, now I hav't again. Drio.

Nay, but do then; I will not meet with you to-morrow night: And let your mind be conpled with your words. I prythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Tro. What should she remember?

Ther. Now she sharpens :-Well said, whetUlyss. List! (to folly. Dio. I shall have it.

stone. Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more Cres.

What, this? Ther. Roguery!


Ay, that. lio. Nay, then,

Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge, Cres,

I'll tell you what: Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, forsworn

[have me do?' And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you As I kiss thee.--Nay, do not snatch it from me; Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. He, that takes that, must take my heart witbal. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. on me?

Tro. I did swear patience.
Cres. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath ? Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed ; 'faith
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. r'll give you something else. [you shall not;
Dio. Good night.

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
Hold, patience!


'Tis no matter. Wyss. How now, Trojan ?

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres.

Diomed, Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool But, now you have it, take it. (you will. Tro. Thy better must. (no more. Dio.

Whose was it? Cres.

Hark! one word in your ear Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, Tro. O plague and madness!

And by herself, I will not tell

you whose. Ulyss. You are movid, prince; let us depart, Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; I pray you,

And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous; It should be challeng'd.

(horn, The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past, -And yet Tro. Behold, I pray you!

I will not keep my word,

[it is not; Ulyss. Now, good my lord, go off; Dio.

Why then, farewell; You flow to great destruction; come, my lord.' Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. Tro. I pr’y thee, stay.

Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a Ulyss. You have not patience; come. But it straight starts you.

Tword, Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's Dio.

I do not like this fooling. I will not speak a word.

(torments, Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not Dio.

And so, good night. you, pleases me best,
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

Dio. What, shall I come ? the hour ?
Doth that grieve thee? Cres.

Ay, come :-0 JovelO wither'd truth !

Do come :- I shall be plagu'd.
Why, how now, lord! Dio.

Farewell till then.
By Jove, Cres, Good night. I prytheo, come.---
I will be patient.

(Erit DIOMEDES Cres.

Guardian !-why, Greek! Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; Dio. Pho, pho! adieu ; you palter.

But with my heart the other eye doth see. Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Ah! poor our sex! this fault is us I find,

Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; The error of our eye directs our mind : You will break out.

(will you go? What error leads, must err: 0 then conclude, Tro.

She strokes his cheek! Minds sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. Ulyss. Come, come.

[Exit CRESSIDA. Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a Ther. A proof of strength she could not pubword :

lish more, There is between my will and all offences Unless she said my mind is now turn'd whore. A guard of patience :stay a little while. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Ther, How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, Tro.

It is. and potato finger, tickles these together! Fry, Ulyss.

Why stay we then ? Dio. But will you then ? [lechery, frys Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Of every syllable that here was spoke. Dio. Give me some token for the suroty of it. But, if I tell how these two did co-act, Cres. I'll fetch you one.

[Exit. Shall I not lie in publishing a truth? Ulyss. You have swoim patience.

Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, Tro.

Fear me not, my lord; An esperance so obstinately strong, I will not be myself, nor have cognition That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Of what I feel; I am all patience.

As if those organs bad deceptuous functions,


Created only to calumniate.

Farewell, revolted fair!-and Diomed, Was Cressid tere ?

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy bead! Ulyss.

I cannot conjure, Trojan. Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. Tro. She was not, sure.

Tro. Accept distracted thanks, Ulyss.

Most sure she was. [Ereunt TROILUS, Æneas, and ULYSSES. Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad Ther, 'Would, I could meet that rogue Dia ness.

med! I would croak like a raven; I would hode, Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here I would bode. Patroclus will give me anything but now.

for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood ! will not do more for an almond, than he for a Think we had mothers; do not give advantage commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme, and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: A For depravation,-to square the general sex burning devil take them!

[Exit. By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can

SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. soil our mothers ?

Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

And. When was my lord so much ungently Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own

temperd, eyes? Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

To stop his ears against admonishment ? If beauty have a soul, this is not she;

Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in : If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. (the day. If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself,

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to

Hect. No more, I say.
This was not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!


Cas. Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt

Where is my brother Hector? Without perdition, and loss assume all reason

And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent; Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid !

Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Within my soul there doth commence a fight

Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Divides more wider than the sky and earth;

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of And yet the spacious breadth of this division Cas. 0, it is true.

(slaughter. Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle


Ho! bid my trumpet sound! As Ariachne's broken woof, to enter.

Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet Instance, I instance! strong as Pluto's gates;


(swear. Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven.

Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me Instance, o instance! strong as heaven itself; Cas.The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv’d, and They are polluted offerings, more abhorra loos'd;

Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. And with another knot, five-finger-tied,

And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy re- For we would give much, to use violent thefts, liques

And rob in the behalf of charity. (vow; Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd But vows to every purpose must not hold: With that which here his passion doth express? Unarm, sweet Hector. Tro. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged


Hold you still, I say In characters as red as Mars his heart (well Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate : Inflam'd with Venus : never did young man Life every man holds dear; but the dear man fancy

Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

Enter TROILUS. Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight So much by weight hate I her Diomed;

to-day? That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill,

[Exit CASSANDRA. My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Hect. No, faith, young Troilus; dotf thy barWhich shipmen do the hurricano call,

ness, youth; Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun, I am to-day, i' the vein of chivalry : Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, In his descent, than shall my prompted sword And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Falling on Diomed.

Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. [false! I'll stand to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.

Tro. O Cressid ! 0 false Cressid; false, false, Tro, Brother, you have a vice of mercy in yoll, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Which better fits a lion than a man. And they'll seem glorious.

Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide Ulyss. O, contain yourself; me for it.

fall, Your passion draws ears hither.

Tro. When many times the captive Grecians Enter ÆNEAS.

Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my You bid them rise and live. lord :

Hect. 0, 'tis fair play. Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;


Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Ajax your guard, stays to conduct you home. Hect. How now ? how now? Tro. Have with you, prince :- My courteous Tro.

For the love of all the gods, lord, adieu :

Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mother :

And when we have our armours buckled on, ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords ; of this girl ; and what one thing, what another, Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. that I shall leave you one o' these days : And I Hect. Fye, savage, fye!

have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an Tro.

Hector, then 'tis wars. ache in my bones, that, unless a man were Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to curs’d, I cannot tell what to think on't.-- What

Tro. Who should with hold me? [day. says she there? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter Beckening with fiery truncheon my retire;

from the heart; [T'earing the letter. Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

The effect doth operate another way. Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change to: Nor you, my brother, with your true sword gether. drawn,

My love with words and errors still she feeds ; Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way, But edities another with her deeds. But by my ruin.

(Exeunt severally, Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.

SCENE IV. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:

Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one anoPri.

Come. Hector, come, go back: ther; I'll go look on. That dissembling abomiThy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had nable varlet, Diomed, has got the same scurvy visions ;

doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself there, in this helm ; I would fain see them meet; Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

that that same young 'Trojan ass, that loves the To tell thee--that this day is ominous: whore there, might send that Greekish whoreTherefore, come back.

masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the Hect.

Æneas is afield; dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, errand. O'the other side, The policy of those Even in the faith of valour to appear

crafty swearing rascals.---that stale old mouseTbis morning to them.

eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Pri.

But thou shalt not go. Ulysses,-is not proved worth a blackberry :Hect. I must not break my faith.

They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, You know me dntiful; therefore, dear sir, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, AchilLet me not shame respect; but give me leave les; and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the To take that course by your consent and voice, cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: whereWhich you do here forbid me, royal Priam. upon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, Cas. Ó Priam, yield not to him.

and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft ! And.

Do not, dear father. here comes sleeve, and t'other. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS folloing. l'pon the love you bear me, get you in,

Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river (Exit ANDROMACHE. I would swim after.

(Styx, Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire : Makes all these bodements.

I do not fly; but advantageous care Cas.

O farewell, dear Hector. Withdrew me from the odds of multitude : Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns Have at thee! pale!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!- now for thy Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents ! whore, Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! (Eseunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting. llow poor Andrumache shrills her dolours forth!

Enter Hector.
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for
Like witless anticks, one another meet,

Hector's match ?
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hectori Art thou of blood, and honour?
Tro. Away!-Away!

(my leave : Ther. No, no :-Í am a rascal; a scurvy railing Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft :-Hector, I take knave; a very filthy rogue. Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. Hect. I do believe thee :-live.

(Exit. [Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; llect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her ex- But a plague break thy neck. for frighting me! claim:

What's become of the wenching: rogues? I think, Goin, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight; they have swallowed one another; I would laugh Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them ai at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats it. night. (about thee! self. I'll seek them.

(Eril. Pri Farewell; the gods with safety stand

SCENE V. The same. [Ereunt severally Pei. and Hect. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. believe,

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

horse ; .15 Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : PANDARUS.

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?

Tell hor, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, Tro. What now?

And am her knight by proof. Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.


I go, my lord. (Exit Servant. Tro. Let me read.

Enter AGAMEMNON. Par. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally! Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamua

Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon

Enter ACHILLES. Hath Doreus prisoner:

Achil. Now do I see thee; Ha!--Have at thee, And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Hect, Pause, if thou wilt.

(Hector. Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain; Be happy, that my arms are out of use: Amphimachus, and Thuas, deadly hurt; My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Patroclus ta'n, or slain; and Palamedes But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary Till when, go seek thy fortune. (Erit. Appals our nurrbers; haste we, Diomed,


Fare thee well: To reinforcement, or we perish all.

I would have been much more a fresher man, Enter NESTOR.

Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;

Re-enter Troilus, And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? There is a thousand Hectors in the field : No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken, too, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, Or bring him off:- Fate, hear me what I say! And there they fly, or die like scaled sculls I reck not, though I end my life to-day. (Exit. Before the belching whale; ther is he yonder,

Enter One in sumptuous Armour. And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a Fall down before him, like the mower's swath : Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and No? wilt thou not?- I like thy armour well;

goodly mark :Dexterity so obeying appetite, (takes; i'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, [abide? That what he will, he does; and does so much, But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, That proof is call'd impossibility.

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Enter ULYSSES.

[Exeunt. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great

SCENE VII. The same.
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Achil. Come here about me, you my MyrmiTogether with his mangled myrmidons,

dons; That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, Mark what I say.-- Attend me where I wheel: come to him,

Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in Crying on Hector.' Ajax hath lost a friend,

breath; And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and at it, And when I have the bloody Hector found, Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Empale him with your weapons round about; Mad and fantastic execution ;

In fellest manner execute your arins. Engaging and redeeming of himself,

Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye! With such a careless force, and forceless care, It is decreed - Hector the great must die. As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

(Exeunt. Bade him win all.

SCENE VIII. The same.
Enter AJAX.
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilns! (Exit.

Enter MENELAUs and Paris, fighting; then


Ay, there, there.

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES.

are at it: Now, bulll now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, Achil. Where is this Hector?

'loo! now, my double-henned sparrow! 'loo,

Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

horns, ho! (Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

Enter MARGARELON. [Eceunt. Jar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou ?
SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field.

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Enter AJAX.

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I Ajar, Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy am a bastard hegot, bastard instructed, bastard head!

in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illeEnter DIOMEDES.

gitimate. One bear will not bite another, and Dio. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus? wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the Ajax.

What would'st thou ? quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a Dio. I would correct him.

whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment : djax. Were I the general, thou should'st Farewell, bastard. have my office

[Troilus? Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! (Exeunt. Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Enter TROILUS.

SCENE IX. Another part of the Field. Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face,

Enter HECTOR, thou traitor,

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Now is my day's work done; I'll take good Ajaz. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.

breath :

(death! Dro. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have (Puls of his helmet, and hangs his shield at you both. (Exeunt, fighting.

behind him. Enter HECTOR.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Hect. Yes, Troilus? 0, well fought, my Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; moun. tt brother?

llow ugly night comes breathing at his heels:

Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ; To close the day up, Hector's life is done. But dare all imminence, that gods and men Hect. I am unarm'd ; forego this vantage, Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Greek.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, I seek.

[HECTOR falls. Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down: There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.- Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:

(4 Retreat sounded. Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents, Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like my Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, lord.

(the earth, Let Titon rise as early as he dare, Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads I'll through and through you!- And thou,greatAnd, stickler like, the armies separates. [fed, siz

d coward ! My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ; Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,

[Sheathes his sword. That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

thoughts.Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt. Strike a free march to Troy!—with comfort go; SCENE X. The same.

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others marching. Shouts within 48 Trorlus is going out, enter, from the other side,

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Peace, drums. Pan. But hear you, hear you ! (shame (Within.)

Achilles !

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! [Achilles. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name ! Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by

[Exit TROILUS. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! Great Hector was as good a man as he. '[sent 1-0 world! world! world! thus is the poor

Agam. March patiently along :- Let one be agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill reIf in his death the gods have us befriended,

quited! Why should our endeavour be so lov'd, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. and the performance so loathed? what verse

[Exeunt, marching.

for it? what instance for it?--Let me see SCENE XI. Another part of the Field.

Full merrily the humble bee doth sing,

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: Enter Æneas and Trojans.

And being once subdued in armed tail, Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Sweet honey, and sweet notes together fail.Never go home; here starve we out the night. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Enter TROILUS.

cloths. Tro. Hector is slain.

As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Hector ?—The gods forbid! Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, tail,

[field. Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with some two months hence my will shall here bo speed !

made: $it, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! It should be now, but my fear is this,I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Some galled goose of Winchester would hies : And linger not our sure destructions on! Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so;


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