Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she. If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony, This is not she. O madness of difcourfe! The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy reliques Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well; In characters, as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus- -ne'er did young man fancy With fo eternal, and so fix'd a foul Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love, That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm: My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout, In his defcent, than fhall my prompted fword Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Troi. O Crefid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe! Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name, And they'll feem glorious. Uly. O, contain yourself: • Your paffion draws ears hither. Enter Æneas. Ene. I have been feeking you this hour, my Lord, Hetor, by this, is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home. Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lord, adieu. Farewel, revolted Fair: and, Diomede, Stand faft, and wear a caftle on thy head! Ulf. I'll bring you to the gates. Troi. Accept diftracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulyfies. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will do no more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, fill wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! And. [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace of Troy. W Enter Hector and Andromache. 7 HEN was my Lord fo much ungently temper'd, To ftop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone. And. My dreams will, fure, prove ominous to-day. Enter Caffandra. Caf. Where is my brother Hector? VOL. VII. S And. And. Here, fiiter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found. Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, sweet brother. Het. Be gone, I fay: the Gods have heard me swear. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than fpotted livers in the facrifice. And. O! be perfuaded, do not count it holy For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts, Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; Helt. Hold you ftill, I fay; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; Enter Troilus. How now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to-day? I am to-day i'th' vein of chivalry: Let grow thy finews till their knots be ftrong, Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Which better fits a lion, than a man. Hect. What vice is that? good Troilus, chide me for it. Troi. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Ev'n in the fan and wind of your fair fword, You bid them rife, and live. Het. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Troi. Fool's play, by Heaven, Hector. Troi. For love of all the Gods, Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mothers; Troi. Hector, thus 'tis in wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Their eyes o'er-galled with recourse of tears; Enter Priam and Caffandra. Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him faft: Priam. Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had vifions: Caffandra doth foresee; and I myself Am, like a prophet, fuddenly enrapt To tell thee, that this day is ominous : Het. Eneas is a-field, And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks, Priam. But thou shalt not go. Het. I must not break my faith: You know me dutiful, therefore, dear Sir, S 2 Which Which you do here forbid me, Royal Priam. Heat. Andromache, I am offended with you. Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit Androm. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements. Caf. O farewel, dear Hector: Look, how thou dy'ft; look, how thy eyes turn pale! And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! O Hedor! Caf. Farewel: yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave; Thou do'ft thyfelf and all our Troy deceive. [Exite 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 stand about thee! [Alarm. Troi. They're at it, hark: proud Diomede, believe, I come to lofe my arm, or win my fleeve. Enter Pandarus. Pan. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear? Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl. Pan. A whorefon ptifick, a whorefon rafcally ptifick so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I shall leave you one o' thefe days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and fuch an ach in my bones that unless a man were curit, I'cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there? Troi. Words, words, meer words; no matter from the heart: Th' effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter. Go |