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. 109 [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. SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp. Alarums: excursions. Enter THEKSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same Scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth a blackberry: they set me up, in policy, that mongrel 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 barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other. Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after. 20 20 Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; That what he will he does, and does so much Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles 30 Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend With such a careless force and forceless care Enter AJAX. 40 Mar. Enter MARGarelon. Turn, slave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? Mar. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement: farewell, bastard. [Exit. [Exit. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains. Heel. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Achil. Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Now is my day's work done; I'll take good Hector! Heft. Pause, if thou wilt. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan: Be happy that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriends thee now, [Exit. Fare thee well: Hect. I would have been much more a fresher man, 20 Had I expected thee. How now, my brother! midons: Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath: And when I have the bloody Hector found, Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game: ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [Hellor falls. 10 So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, 'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain." [A retreat sounded. Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed. 20 SCENE IX. Another part of the plains. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within] Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was a man as good as he. Agam. March patiently along: let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent. If in his death the gods have us befriended, 9 Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE X. Another part of the plains. Enter ENEAS and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Tro. Hector is slain. In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field. I'll through and through you! and, thou greatsized coward, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you ! Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved and the perinstance for it? Let me see: Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage withformance so loathed? what verse for it? what speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on! 9 Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, 20 41 Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, As many as be here of pander's hall, It should be now, but that my fear is this, [Exit. SCENE I. Rome. A street. Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons. First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. Two Volscian Guards. VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus. Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants, SCENE: Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium. partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. Sec. Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. First Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die why stay we prating here? to the Capitol ! than to famish? All Speak, speak. All. Resolved, resolved. First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. All. We know't, we know't. II First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? All. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away! Sec. Cit. One word, good citizens. First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good. What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. Sec. Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? 29 All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. Sec. Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? First Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud. Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. First Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be All Come, come. First Cit. Soft! who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 50 First Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? First Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well 69 Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them Against the Roman state, whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder than can ever Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you, and you slander Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, 90 First Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time when all the body's members Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it: 100 I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive, Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, basest, poorest, 161 Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs: Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; The one side must have bale. Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, First Cit. We have ever your good word. 170 Mar. He that will give good words to thee will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; 180 Deserves your hate; and your affections are |