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Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

Their eyes o'er-galled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true fword drawn,
Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter Caffandra, with Priam.

Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, þold him fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together.

Priam. Come, Hector, come, go back:

Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had vifions;
Caffandra doth forefce; and I myfelf
Am like a prophet fuddenly enrapt,
To tell thee that this day is ominous :
Therefore, come back.

Hect. Encas is a-field;

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

Priam. But thou shalt not go.

Hect. I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear fir,
Let me not fhaine refpect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
Caf. Priam, yield not to him.

And. Do not, dear father.

Hea. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

[Exit Andromache. Trai. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements.

Caf. O farewel, dear Hector!

Look, how thou dy 'st! 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 fhrills her dolours forth!
Behold, diftraction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witle's anticks, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
Troi. Away!-Away !-

Gaf. Farewel. Yet, soft :-Hector, I take my

leave :

bones, that, unless a man were curst, I ́carmer tell what to think on't.-What fays the there? Trai. Words, words, mère words, no matter from the heart [Tearing the lattor. The effect doth operate another way,— Go, wind, to wind, thereturn and change together.--My love with words and errors ftill the feeds; But edifies another with her deeds. Pan. Why, but hear you[fhame Troi. Hence, broker lacquey!-ignomy and Purfue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

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Between Troy and the Camp.

[Alarum.] Enter Therfites,

[Exeunt.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one an other; I'll go look on. That diffembling abomi nable varlet, Dioined, has got that fame fcurvy doting 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-matterly villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, of a fleeveless errand. O' the other fide, the policy of thofe crafty fwearing rafcals,-that ftale old moufe-eaten dry cheele, 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 ar Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarifm 2; and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes fleeve, and t'other. Enter Diomed, and Troilus. Troi. Fly not; for, fhouldst thou take the river I would fwim after. [StyX

Dio. Thou doft mif-call retire:

I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: Have at thee ! [They go of fighting. whore, Trojan now the fleeve, now the sleeve! Ther. Hold thy whore, Greciandow for thy. Enter Helter.

Heft. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Heç

tor's match?

Art thou of blood, and honour ?

Thou doft thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit.
Het. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim:
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight;
Do deeds worth praife, and tell you them at night.)
Priam. Farewel: The gods with fafety standing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Ther. No, no-I am a rafcal; a fcurvy rail-
about thee!
[Exit Priam, Alarums.
Trei. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed,believe,
I come to lofe my arm, or win my fleeve..
Enter Pandarus.

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Heft do believe thee;-live.

[Exit.

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 fwallow'd one another; I would laugh I'll feek them. at that miracie. Yet, in a fort, lechery eats itself, [Exit.

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2 i. e. to fet up the authority

1 i. e. tears that continue to courfe one another down the face.. of ignorance, to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer.

Prefent

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Enter Nellor.

Neft. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
And bid the fnail-pac'd Ajax arm for fhame.-
There is a thonfand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe 2 his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they fly, or die, like scaled fculls 3
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's (wath :
Here, there, and every 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.

Eater Ulyffe

Ulyf. O, courage, courage, princes! great
Achilles

Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That nofelefs, handlefs, hack'd and chip'd, come
to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath 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 carelets force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very fpite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

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Troi. Ajax hati talen Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He thall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I fay!
1 reck not though I end my life to-day, [Exit.
Enter one in Armour.

Hell. Stand, ftand, thou Greek; thou art a

goodly mark :

No? wilt thou not I like thy armour well; | I'll frush ✦ it, and unlock the rivets all,

2 From

"Beyonde the royaime of Amafonne came an auncyent kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, named Epyftrophus, and brought a M. knyghtes, and a marvayllouse beste that was called SAGITTAYKE, "that behynde the myddes was an horfe, and to fore, a man: this beite was heery like an horse, and had his eyen rede as a cole, and fhotte well with a bowe: this befte made the Greekes fore aferde, and flewe many of them with his bowe." The Three Destructions of Troy, printed by Caxton. The Three Destructions of Troy is taken this name given to Hector's horfe. 3 Sculls are great numbers of fishes fwimming together. 4 Dr. Johnfon fays, he never found the word frufh cliewhere, nor does he understand it; but that Hanmer explains it, to break or bruife. Mr. Steevens adds, that to frush a chicken, is a term in carving which he cannot explain; but that the word is as ancient as Wynkyn de Worde's Book of Kervinge, 1508, and that it feems to be fometimes ufed for any action of violence by which things are feparated, difordered, or destroyed.

But

But I'll be mafter of it:-Wilt thou not, beaft, So, Ilion, fall thou next! now Troy, fink down;

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SCENE VIII.
The Same.

[Exeunt.

Enter Therfites, Menelaus, and Paris.

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-hen'd fparrow! 'loo Paris, loo!. The bull has the game :-'ware houns, bo! [Exeunt Paris and Menelau. Enter Margarelon.

Mar. Turn, flave, and fight.

The. What art thou?

Mar. A battard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a baftard too; I love baftards: I am a bastard begot, baftard inftructed, baftard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitiOne bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one baftard? Take heed, the quarrel's mott ominous to us: if the fon of a whore

mate.

[lord.

My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. {Extat.
Sound retreat.

SCENE X.

The Sam.

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Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Dis
medes, and the reft, marching.

Aga. Hark! hark! what fhout is that?
Neft. Peace, drums.

Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles!
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be fo, yet braglefs let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March patiently along :-Let one be fent,
To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.-

If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Excast,

SCENE XI.
Another Part of the Field.
Enter Encas, and Trojans.

ne. Stand, ho! yet are we maters of the

field :

fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, Never go home; here ftarve we out the night.

baftard.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward.

SCENE

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IX.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter Hector.

Heft. Moft putrified core, fo fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death!
Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons.
Abil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;
Even with the vail 2 and dark'ning of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Heft. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage,
Greek.

[tail,

All. Hector?—the gods forbid !
Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horte's
In beaftly fort, dragg'd through the fhameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and fmile 4 at Troy !
I fay, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure destructions on!

Am. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
But dare all imminence, that gods, and men,
Addrefs their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who shall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba ?
Let him, that will a fereech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and fay there-Hector's dead;
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
[Hector fails. Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,

Abil. Strike, fellows, ftrike; this is the man 1 feek.

1 Mr. Steevens propofes to read-aims. 2 i e. the finking of the fun. 3 A fickler was one who stood by to part the combatants when victory could be determined without bloodshed. They were called picklers, from carrying ticks or flaves in their hands, with which they interpofed between the duellifts. We now call these flicklers, fidejmen. 4 Mr. Steevens propofes to read

"file at Troy,"

Cold

Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rife as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you !—And thou, great-
fiz'd coward!

No space of earth fhall funder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy with comfort go;
Hope of revenge fhall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas, &.

work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it ?-Let me fee:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath loft his honey, and his fting: But being once fubdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.→ Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths.

As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Enter Pandarus. Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Pan. Do you hear, my lord; do you hear? Brethren, and fifters, of the hold-door trade, Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and fhame Some two months hence my will shall here be made : Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! It Mould be now, but that my fear is this[Exit Troilus. Some galled goofe of Winchester would hifs : Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!'Till then, I'll fweat, and feek about for eases; Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

defpis'd!

O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet a'

[Exit.

I Mr. Pope on this paffage remarks, that the public stews were anciently under the jurifdiction of the bishop of Winchefter. A particular fymptom in the lues venerea was called Winchester geofe; and this explanation may be fupported by the vulgar phrafe at prefent applied to a perfon infected with a certain difeafe, that he has got the goofe."

CYMBELINE.

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