(roth t. Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from Hect. Fie, savage, fie! Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight Tro. Who should withhold me? [to-day. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars, Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire; Not Priamus and liecuba on knees, Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way, Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM. fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back : Thy wife hath dreamed; thy mother hath had visions; Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself Hect. Pri. But thou shalt not go. Do not, dear father. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, [tor! Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft :-Hector, I take my leave: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. (Exit. Hect. You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim: [fight; Go in and cheer the town: we'll forth and Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. • Rueful, woful. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee! [Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Pun. A whoreson ptisic, a whoreson rascally ptisic 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 canno: tell what to think on't. What says she there? Tro. Words words, mere words, no mat- My love with words and errors still she feeds; Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following, Dio. Thon dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care 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. + Mercy. Enter AJAX. Enter HECTOR. Hect. What art thon, Greek? art thon for Artthon of blood, and honour? [flector's match? Ther. No, no:-1 am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogne. [Erit. Hect. I do believe thee;-live. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; bat 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. [Exit. SCENE V. The same. Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: [horse; Fellow, commend my service to her beanty; Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan, And am ber knight by proof. Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polyda mas Enter AGAMEMNON. Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam*, Enter NESTOR. Nest. Go, bear Patrocios' 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 Galatbe 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 Dexterity so obeying appetite, [takes; That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter ULYSSES. Ulys:. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles [geance; Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing venPatroclus wonnds have roused his drowsy Together with his man led Myrmidons, (blood, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Erit Achil. SCENE VI. Another part of the Field. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Dio. I would correct him. Tro. O, traitor, Diomed!-turn thy false And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse! [med. Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Dio. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks { have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting, Enter HECTOR. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eucas; shall it be? No, by the flame of youder glorions heaven, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off-Fate, hear me what I say! reck + not thongh I end my life to-day.[Exit. I Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:— No? wilt thon not I like thy armour well; I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt SCENE VII. The same. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you iny Myr midons; Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold naker, are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, loo! now my donbled-henned sparrow! 100, Paris, 'loo! The buil has the game:-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. 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 valonr, 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 judgment. Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another part of the Field. Enter HECTOR. 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: [death! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and [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: Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done [Greek. Hec. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage+, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR fulls. So Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down.; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy boue. On Myrmidons; and cry yon 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. [the earth Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads And, stickler like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. [Sheathes his suvrd. • Employ. § Fattening. Achilles. Great Hector was as good a man as he. Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; To pray Achilles see ns at our tent.Agam. March patiently along:- Let one be [sent, If in his death the gods have us befriendel, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XI. Another part of the Field. Enter ENEAS and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector?-the gods forbid! Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, [field.In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! [Troy ! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at 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. [so: Tro. You understand me not, that tell me 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 tel! 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:-3 on vile abominable tents, Thus prondly pight ** npon our Phrygian | Let Titan rise as early as he dare, [plains, I'll throngh and through you!-And thou, great-sized coward! + Take not this advantage. Noise, rumour. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins switt as frenzy thoughts. Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Exeunt ÆNEAS und Trojans. An arbitrator at athletic games. • Pitched, fixed. ¶ Ever. AS TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! [shame Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and Pursue thy life, and live ayet with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine 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 performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me see : Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, • Ignominy. ↑ Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblems avd mottos. This play is more correctly written than most of Shakspeare's compositions, but it is not one of those in which either the extent of his views or elevation of his fancy is fully displayed. As the story abounded with materials, he has exerted little invention; but he has diversified his characters with great variety, and preserved them with great exactness. His vicious characters disgust, but cannot corrupt, for both Cressida and Pandarus are detested and contemned. The comic characters seem to have been the favourites of the writer; they are of the superficial kind, and exhibit more of manners, than nature; but they are copiously filled and powerfully impressed. Shakspeare has in his story followed, for the greater part, the old book of Caxton, which was then very popular; but the character of Thersites, of which it makes no mention, is a proof that this play was written after Chapman had published hi. version of Homer.-JOHNSON. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Poet. Good day, sir. as it were, To an untirable and continuate t goodness: Jew. I have a jewel here. Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Jew. If he will tonch the estimate; but, It stains the glory in that happy verse Poet. Poel. Upon the heels of my presentment §, Pain. I'll say of it, Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Poet. You see this confluence, this great I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and ling With amplest entertainment: My free drift. [dedication Halts not particularly¶, but moves itself • Inured by constant practice. ti. e., Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds. + For continual. presented to Timon. As soon as my book has been i. e., The contest of art with nature. My design does not stop at any particular character. |