Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit Andromache. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all thefe bodements. Caf. O farewel, dear Hector, Look, how thou dy'ft; look, how thy eyes turn pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! O Helor! Caf. Farewel. Yes. Soft. Hector, I take my leave; Thou do'ft thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Helt. 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 ftand about thee. [Alarm. Troi. They're at it; hark. Proud Diomede, believe I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Pan. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear? Troi. What now? Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl. Let me read. Pan. A whorefon ptifick, a whorefon rascally ptifick fo troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I fhall leave you one o' these days; and I have a rheum in mine M m 4 eyes eyes too, and fuch an ach in my bones that unless a man were curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there? Troi. Words, words, mere words; no matter from the heart. Th' 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. Pan. Why, but hear you Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignominy and fhame Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Changes to the Field between Troy and the Camp. [Alarm.] Enter Therfites. Ther.N.I'll go look on. That diffembling aboNOW OW they are clapper-clawing one another, minable varlet, Diomede, has got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm; I would fain fee them meet; that, that 4 Hence, brothel, lacquey!--]phen betwixt the two words. In this, and the repetition of it, THEOBALD. towards the clofe of the play, I have retained the note, but Troilus is made abfurdly to call believe the emendation wholly Pandarusbawdy-house; for unneceffary. For brothel, the fobrothel fignifies nothing elfe that lio reads brother, erroneously for I know of; but he meant to call broker, as it stands at the end of him an attendant on a bawdy- the play where the lines are rehoufe, a meffenger of obfcene er peated. Of bother the followrands a fenfe which I have reing editors made brothel. triev'd only by clapping an by fame fame young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-masterly villain with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, on a fleeveless errand. 50 th' other fide, the policy of those crafty fwearing rafcals, that ftale old moufe-eaten dry cheefe 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 barbarifm, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Enter Diomedes and Troilus. Softhere comes fleeve, and t'other. Troi. Fly not; for fhouldft thou take the river I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire. I do not fly; but advantageous care Have at thee! [They go off, fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian. Now for thy whore, Trojan. Now the fleeve, now the fleeve! fir'd Achilles's emulation. In this, they were the true fneerers; betraying the firft, to gain their ends on the latter by that artifice. THEOBALD. 5 O'th other fide, the policy of thofe crafty fwearing rafcals, &c.] But in what fenfe are Neftor and Ulyffes accus'd of being wearing rafcals? What, or to whom, did they fwear? I am pofitive, that to proclaim barbarifm.] To fneering is the true reading... fet up the authority of ignorance to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer. They had collogued with Ajax, 6 SCENE Het. What art thou, Greek! art thou for Hector's match? 'Art thou of blood and honour? Ther. No, no. I am a rafcal; a fcurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue, Live, Hect. I do believe thee. [Exit. Ther. God a' mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frightning me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, letchery eats itfelf. I'll feek them. [Exit Enter Diomedes and Servant. Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horfe, Prefent the fair Steed to my lady Crefid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: Serv. I go, my Lord. SCENE XI. Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew. The fierce Polydamas Hath beat down Menon; 7 bastard Margarelon 7baftard Margarelon] The introducing a baftard fon of Priam, under the name of Margarelon, is one of the circumftan ces taken from the story book of The three deftructions of Troy. THEOBALD. Hath Hath Doreus prisoner, And ftands Coloffus wife, waving his beam 8 Enter Neftor. 9 Neft. Go, bear Patroclus body to Achilles, That what he will, he does; and does fo much, 8 the dreadful Sagittary a bowe: This Befte made the Appals our numbers :-"Be-"Grekes fore aferde, and flewe "yonde the Royalme of Ama- many of them with his Bowe. "fonne came an auncyent The three Deftructions of Troy, "Kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, printed by Caxton. "named Epytrophus, and brought a M. Knyghtes, and a mervaylloufe Befte that was cal"led SAGITTARYE, that be Mr. THEOBALD. 9 on Galathe his bore,] From the fame book is taken this name given to Hector's horfe. Mr. THEOBALD. -the frawy Greeks,-] In the folio it is, -the fraying Greeks. |