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Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
Tro. Who should withhold me?
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,
Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
Cus. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
To tell thee that this day is ominous :
Eneas is a-field; And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valour, to appear This morning to them.
SCENE IV.-Plains between Troy and the Grecian
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
Ay, but thou shalt not go. scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Hect. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Let me not shame respect, but give me leave To take that course by your consent and voice, Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. Cas. O 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.
O farewell! dear Hector. Look! how thou diest; look! how thy eye turns pale;
Look! how thy wounds do bleed at many vents:
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 whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouseeaten 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.
Cas. Farewell. Yet, soft! Hector, I take I do not fly, but advantageous care
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
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.
Thou dost miscall retire: Withdrew me from the odds of multitude. Have at thee!
Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! now for thy whore,
Trojan! now the sleeve! now the sleeve!
Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-pac'd 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.
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
Engaging and redeeming of himself
With such a careless force and forceless care
Troilus, I say! what,
Tro. O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O! well fought, my youngest brother.
I would have been much more a fresher man,
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Enter One in sumptuous armour.
SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plains.
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr midons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
Exeunt. Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES.
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.
Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. Puts off his helmet, and lays his sword aside.
Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and darking of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm'd; forgo this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek. HECTOR fulls. 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. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler-like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. 20 Sheathes his sword,
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?
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by
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, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. Exeunt, marching.
SCENE X.-Another Part of the Plains.
Enter ENEAS and Trojan Forces. 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.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with 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!
Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Tro. You understand me not that tell me so: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death, But dare all imminence that gods and men Address their dangers in. Hector is gone: Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd Go in to Troy, and say there Hector 's dead: There is a word will Priam turn to stone, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Cold statues 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 rise as early as he dare, I'll through and through you! And, thou great-siz'd coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates : I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzies thoughts. Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Exeunt ENEAS and Trojan Forces.
As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
Pan. A goodly medicine for mine 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 performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.
As many as be here of pandar's hall,
It should be now, but that my fear is this,
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.
SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.
tory to particularize their abundance; our suffer. ance 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
Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, thirst for revenge.
clubs, and other weapons.
Second Cit. Would you proceed especially
First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear against Caius Marcius? me speak.
All. Speak, speak.
First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die
than to famish?
All. Resolved, resolved.
All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
Second Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
First Cit. Very well; and could be content to
First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is give him good report for 't, but that he pays
chief enemy to the people.
All. We know 't, we know 't.
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!
Second 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 Hicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inven
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
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, 70 Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state, whose course will on
When you curse them as enemies.
Unto the appetite and affection common
Your belly's answer? What! The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric, if that theyMen.
Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, That I receive the general food at first, Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Because I am the store-house and the shop Of the whole body: but, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood, Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at
You, my good friends,'-this says the belly, mark me,
First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.
"Though all at once cannot
Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
And you the mutinous members; for examine Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find No public benefit which you receive
But it proceeds or comes from them to you, And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
You, the great toe of this assembly?
First Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?