A se nd hope, as fairly built as Hector. Awake thee! Hector, thou sleep'st; Hect. That thou couldst say-This hand is Grecian all, Wherein my sword had not impressure made Ajax. I thank thee, Hector: Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chromele, As they contend with thee in courtesy. Nest. Ha! By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-morrow. Ulyss. I wonder now how yonder city stands, Hect. I know your favor, lord Ulysses, well. Ulyss. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue: (On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st O yes Must kiss their own feet. Hect. We'll answer it; Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish: and great Achilles Hect. Eneas, call my brother Troilus to me: To the expecters of our Trojan part; Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. But for Achilles, my own searching eyes Agam. Worthy of arms, as welcome as to one And formless ruin of oblivion; But in this extant moment, faith and troth, you. The noble Menelaus. Hect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks! Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath; Hect. Hect. Is this Achilles ! Achil. I am Achilles. Hect. Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, or there! Right. • Forename. 1 Observed. SCENE I.-The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' of madmen. Here's Agamemnon,-an honest Tent. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Achil. I'll heat his blood with Greekish Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow. Enter THERSITES. fellow enough, and one that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as ear-wax: Ánd the goodly transformation of Jupiter there,his brother,the bull, wine-the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,-to what form, but that he is,should wit larded with malice, and malice forced1 with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing: he is both ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew,2 a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be Menelaus,-I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar,3 so I were not Menelaus.-Hey-day! spirits and fires! Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, Achil Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Pair. Well said, Adversity !6 and what need these tricks! Ther. Pr'ythee be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet. Patr. Male varlet, you rogue? what's that? Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold pisies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, badders full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled feeimple of the tetter, take and take again such prePosterous discoveries! Patr. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, What meanest thou to curse thus! Ther. Do I curse thee? Putr. Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no. Ther. No! why art thou exasperate, thou idle material skein of sleive silk, thou green sarcenet ap for a sore eye, thon tassel of a prodigal's purse, ou! Ah, how the poor world is pestered with sch water-ilies; diminutives of nature! Patr. Out, gall! Ther. Finch-egg! Athil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite A token from her daughter, my fair love; An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it: [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much rain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer 'Feast. Contrariety. AJAX, AGAMEMNON, Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong. There, where we see the lights. Ajax. No, not a whit. No, yonder 'tis ; I trouble you. Here comes himself to guide you. Enter ACHILLES. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a ost unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it: it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit. SCENE II.-Before Calchas' Tent. Dio. What, are you up here, ho? speak. Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's your daughter! Cal. [Within.] She comes to you. Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after them THERSITES. Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us. Tro. Cressid, come forth to him! Tro. Yea, so familiar! [Whispers. Ulyss. Come, come. Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word There is between my will and all offences A guard of patience:-stay a little while. Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry lechery, fry! Dio. But will you then? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. I will not be myself, nor have cognitions Re-enter Cressida. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! My lord,- No matter, now I have't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens;-Well said, whet stone. Dio. I shall have it. Cres. Dio. What, this! Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge. Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; He that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not; I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. you will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. Whose was it? Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil,and wor'st it on thyhorn, It should be challenged. Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-And yet it is not; I will not keep my word. But it straight starts you. Dio. Dio. What, shall I come? the hour! Ay, come :-O Jove' Do come:-I shall be plagued." Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come. [Erit DIOMEDES. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind: What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit CRESSI Ther. A proof of strength she could not publ more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn d whore. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Tro. It is. Ulyss. Why stay we then Tro. To make a recordation' to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke. now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for2 womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage 10 stubborn critics-apt, without a theme, For depravation,-to square the general sex by Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, This was not she. O madness of discourse, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.6 Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. Clyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter ENEAS. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Farewell, revolted fair!--and, Diomed, [Exeunt TROILUS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would ode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the inelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; ⚫ Cynics. Concupiscence. 'For the sake of. • Compressed. • Love. Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rise and live. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector Hect. How now? how now! Tro. For the love of all the gods, Tro. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. Pri. Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions; Come, Hector, come, go back: Cassandra doth foresee, and I myself 1 Foolish. • Put off. Rueful, woful. Mercy. Am lite a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee-that this day is ominous, Therefore, come back. Hect. Æneas is a-field; And I do stand engaged to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valor, to appear This morning to them. Pri. But thou shalt not go. Hect. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Le me not shame respect; but give me leave To take that course by your consent and voice, Which you do nere forbid me, royal Priam. Cus. Priam, yield not to him. And. Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Makes all these bodements. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! 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 shrills her dolors forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet, And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector. Tro. Away-Away! Cas. Farewell. Yet soft:-Hector, I take my leave; Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim; Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight: Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee! [Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,believe. Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Tro. Let me read. Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my 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; [Tearing the Letter. The effect doth operate another way.-Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edities another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. 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 whoremaster villain with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the 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 come sleeve, and t'other. Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now fc thy whore, Trojan !-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting. Enter HECTOR. Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood, and honor! Ther. No, no,-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. [Exil. 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 swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Ent Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles. And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field; Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls 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 swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage,courage,princes! great Achilles Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Enter AJAX. Nest. So, so, we draw together. Achil. • Lance. • Shoal of fish. [Exeunt. • Bruised, crushed |