3268Fall all together.

3269Priam. Come Hector, come, goe backe:

3270Thy wife hath dreampt: thy mother hath had visions;

3271Cassandra doth foresee; and I my selfe,

3272Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt,

3273to tell thee that this day is ominous:

3274Therefore come backe.

3275Hect. AEneas is a field,

3276And I do stand engag'd to many Greekes,

3277Euen in the faith of valour, to appeare

3278This morning to them.

3279Priam. I, but thou shalt not goe,

3280Hect. I must not breake my faith:

3281You know me dutifull, therefore deare sir,

3282Let me not shame respect; but giue me leaue

3283To take that course by your consent and voice,

3284Which you doe here forbid me, Royall Priam.

3285Cass. O Priam, yeelde not to him.

3286And. Doe not deere father.

3287Hect. Andromache I am offended with you:

3288Vpon the loue you beare me, get you in.

3290Troy. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girle,

3291Makes all these bodements.

3292Cass. O farewell, deere Hector:

3293Looke how thou diest; looke how thy eye turnes pale:

3294Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents:

3295Harke how Troy roares; how Hecuba cries out;

3296How poore Andromache shrils her dolour forth;

3297Behold distraction, frenzie, and amazement,

3298Like witlesse Antickes one another meete,

3299And all cry Hector, Hectors dead: O Hector!

3300Troy. Away, away.

3301Cas. Farewell: yes, soft: Hector I take my leaue;

3302Thou do'st thy selfe, and all our Troy deceiue. Exit.

3303Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaime:

3304Goe in and cheere the Towne, weele forth and fight:

3305Doe deedes of praise, and tell you them at night.

3306Priam. Farewell: the gods with safetie stand about

3307thee. Alarum.

3308Troy. They are at it, harke: proud Diomed, beleeue

3309I come to loose my arme, or winne my sleeue.

3311Pand. Doe you heare my Lord? do you heare?

3312Troy. What now?

3313Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poore girle.

3314Troy. Let me reade.

3315Pand. A whorson tisicke, a whorson rascally tisicke,

3316so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girle, and

3317what one thing, what another, that I shall leaue you one

3318o'th's dayes: and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too; and

3319such an ache in my bones; that vnlesse a man were curst,

3320I cannot tell what to thinke on't. What sayes shee

3321there?

3322Troy. Words, words, meere words, no matter from

3323the heart;

3324Th'effect doth operate another way.

3325Goe winde to winde, there turne and change together:

3326My loue with words and errors still she feedes;

3327But edifies another with her deedes.

3328Pand. Why, but heare you?

3329Troy. Hence brother lackie; ignomie and shame

3330Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.

3333Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, Ile

3334goe looke on: that dissembling abhominable varlet Dio-

3335mede, has got that same scuruie, doting, foolish yong

3336knaues Sleeue of Troy, there in his Helme: I would faine

3337see them meet; that, that same yong Troian asse, that loues

3338the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-mai-

3339sterly villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the dissembling

3340luxurious drabbe, of a sleeuelesse errant. O'th'tother side,

3341the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals; that stole

3342old Mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor: and that same dog-

3343foxe Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They set

3344me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre Aiax, against that

3345dogge of as bad a kinde, Achilles. And now is the curre

3346Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme

3347to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime

3348barbarisme; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.

3350Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.

3351Troy. Flye not: for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix,

3352I would swim after.

3353Diom. Thou do'st miscall retire:

3354I doe not flye; but aduantagious care

3355Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude:

3356Haue at thee?

3357Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore

3358Troian: Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.

3360Hect. What art thou Greek? art thou for Hectors match?

3361Art thou of bloud, and honour?

3362Ther. No, no: I am a rascall: a scuruie railing knaue:

3363a very filthy roague.

3364Hect. I doe beleeue thee, liue.

3365Ther. God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me; but a

3366plague breake thy necke---for frighting me: what's be-

3367come of the wenching rogues? I thinke they haue

3368swallowed one another. I would laugh at that mira-

3369cle----yet in a sort, lecherie eates it selfe: Ile seeke them.

3372Dio. Goe, goe, my seruant, take thou Troylus Horse;

3373Present the faire Steede to my Lady Cressid:

3374Fellow, commend my seruice to her beauty;

3375Tell her, I haue chastis'd the amorous Troyan.

3376And am her Knight by proofe.

3377Ser. I goe my Lord. Enter Agamemnon.

3378Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamus

3379Hath beate downe Menon: bastard Margarelon

3380Hath Doreus prisoner.

3381And stands Calossus-wise wauing his beame,

3382Vpon the pashed courses of the Kings:

3383Epistropus and Cedus, Polixines is slaine;

3384Amphimacus, and Thous deadly hurt;

3385Patroclus tane or slaine, and Palamedes

3386Sore hurt and bruised; the dreadfull Sagittary

3387Appauls our numbers, haste we Diomed

3388To re-enforcement, or we perish all.

3390Nest. Coe beare Patroclus body to Achilles,

3391And bid the snaile-pac'd Aiax arme for shame;

3392There is a thousand Hectors in the field:

3393Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse,

3394And there lacks worke: anon he's there a foote,

3395And there they flye or dye, like scaled sculs,