Troilus and Cressida (Modern)

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 3196.1[5.3]
 5.3.0.13197Enter Hector [in armor] and Andromache.
 5.3.13198Andromache
 When was my lord so much ungently tempered
 5.3.23199To stop his ears against admonishment?
 5.3.33200Unarm, unarm, and do not fight today.
 5.3.43201Hector
 You train me to offend you. Get you gone.
 5.3.53202By the everlasting gods, I'll go.
 5.3.63203Andromache
 My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
 5.3.73204Hector
 No more, I say.
 5.3.7.1Enter Cassandra.
 3205Cassandra
 No more, I say.  		Where is my brother Hector?
 5.3.83206Andromache
 Here, sister, armed, and bloody in intent.
 5.3.93207Consort with me in loud and dear petition.
 5.3.103208Pursue we him on knees, for I have dreamt
 5.3.113209Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
 5.3.123210Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
 5.3.133211Cassandra
 Oh, 'tis true.
 3212Hector
 Oh, 'tis true.  		Ho. Bid my trumpet sound.
 5.3.143213Cassandra
 No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.
 5.3.153214Hector
 Begone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.
 5.3.163215Cassandra
 The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
 5.3.173216They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred
 5.3.183217Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
 5.3.193218Andromache
 [To Hector] Oh, be persuaded. Do not count it holy
 5.3.203219To hurt by being just; it is as lawful,
 5.3.213220For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
 5.3.223221And rob in the behalf of charity.
 5.3.233222Cassandra
 It is the purpose that makes strong the vow,
 5.3.243223But vows to every purpose must not hold.
 5.3.253224Unarm, sweet Hector.
 3225Hector
 Unarm, sweet Hector.  		Hold you still, I say;
 5.3.263226Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate.
 5.3.273227Life every man holds dear, but the dear man
 5.3.283228Holds honor far more precious, dear, than life. -- 
 5.3.28.13229Enter Troilus [in armor].
 5.3.293230How now, young man? Mean'st thou to fight today?
 5.3.303231Andromache
 Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
 5.3.30.13232Exit Cassandra.
 5.3.313233Hector
 No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth.
 5.3.323234I am today i'th'vein of chivalry.
 5.3.333235Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
 5.3.343236And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
 5.3.353237Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
 5.3.363238I'll stand today, for thee, and me, and Troy.
 5.3.373239Troilus
 Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you
 5.3.383240Which better fits a lion than a man.
 5.3.393241Hector
 What vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it.
 5.3.403242Troilus
 When many times the captive Grecian falls,
 5.3.413243Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
 5.3.423244You bid them rise and live.
 3245Hector
 You bid them rise and live.  		Oh, 'tis fair play.
 5.3.433246Troilus
 Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
 3247Hector
 Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.  		How now? How now?
 5.3.443248Troilus
 For th'love of all the gods,
 5.3.453249Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers;
 5.3.463250And when we have our armors buckled on,
 5.3.473251The venomed vengeance ride upon our swords,
 5.3.483252Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.
 5.3.493253Hector
 Fie, savage, fie.
 3254Troilus
 Fie, savage, fie.  		Hector, then 'tis wars.
 5.3.503255Hector
 Troilus, I would not have you fight today.
 5.3.513256Troilus
 Who should withhold me?
 5.3.523257Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
 5.3.533258Beck'ning with fiery truncheon my retire;
 5.3.543259Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
 5.3.553260Their eyes o'er-gallèd with recourse of tears,
 5.3.563261Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn
 5.3.573262Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way,
 5.3.583263But by my ruin.
 5.3.58.13264Enter Priam and Cassandra.
 5.3.593265Cassandra
 Lay hold upon him, Priam; hold him fast;
 5.3.603266He is thy crutch; now if thou loose thy stay,
 5.3.613267Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
 5.3.623268Fall all together.
 3269Priam
 Fall all together.  		Come, Hector, come; go back.
 5.3.633270Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had visions;
 5.3.643271Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
 5.3.653272Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
 5.3.663273To tell thee that this day is ominous.
 5.3.673274Therefore, come back.
 3275Hector
 Therefore, come back.  		Aeneas is afield,
 5.3.683276And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
 5.3.693277Even in the faith of valor, to appear
 5.3.703278This morning to them.
 3279Priam
 This morning to them.  		Ay, but thou shalt not go.
 5.3.713280Hector
 I must not break my faith.
 5.3.723281You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
 5.3.733282Let me not shame respect, but give me leave
 5.3.743283To take that course by your consent and voice
 5.3.753284Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
 5.3.763285Cassandra
 O Priam, yield not to him.
 3286Andromache
 O Priam, yield not to him.  		Do not, dear father.
 5.3.773287Hector
 Andromache, I am offended with you.
 5.3.783288Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
 5.3.78.13289Exit Andromache.
 5.3.793290Troilus
 This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
 5.3.803291Makes all these bodements.
 3292Cassandra
 Makes all these bodements.  		O farewell, dear Hector.
 5.3.813293Look how thou diest. Look how thy eye turns pale.
 5.3.823294Look how thy wounds doth bleed at many vents.
 5.3.833295Hark, how Troy roars, how Hecuba cries out,
 5.3.843296How poor Andromache shrills her dolor forth.
 5.3.853297Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement
 5.3.863298Like witless antics one another meet,
 5.3.873299And all cry, "Hector, Hector's dead, O Hector."
 5.3.883300Troilus
 Away, away.
 5.3.893301Cassandra
 Farewell. Yes, soft, Hector, I take my leave;
 5.3.903302Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
 5.3.90.1Exit [Cassandra].
 5.3.913303Hector
 [To Priam] You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim.
 5.3.923304Go in and cheer the town; we'll forth and fight,
 5.3.933305Do deeds of praise, and tell you them at night.
 5.3.943306Priam
 Farewell. The gods with safety stand about 3307thee.
 5.3.94.1[Exeunt Priam and Hector separately.]
 5.3.94.2Alarum.
 5.3.953308Troilus
 They are at it. Hark. -- Proud Diomed, believe
 5.3.963309I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
 5.3.96.13310Enter Pandarus [with a letter].
 5.3.973311Pandarus
 Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
 5.3.983312Troilus
 What now?
 5.3.993313Pandarus
 Here's a item="letter" letter come from yon poor girl.
 5.3.1003314Troilus
 Let me read.
 5.3.100.1[Troilus reads.]
 5.3.1013315Pandarus
 A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic 3316so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and 3317what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you 3318one o'these days, and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and 3319such an ache in my bones that, unless a man were cursed, 3320I cannot tell what to think on't. -- What says she 3321there?
 5.3.1023322Troilus
 Words, words, mere words, no matter from 3323the heart.
 5.3.1033324Th'effect doth operate another way.
 5.3.103.1[He tears the letter, and throws it into the wind.]
 5.3.1043325Go wind to wind. There turn and change together.
 5.3.1053326My love with words and errors still she feeds,
 5.3.1063327But edifies another with her deeds.
 5.3.1073328Pandarus
 Why, but hear you?
 5.3.1083329Troilus
 Hence, brother lackey, ignomy and shame
 5.3.1093330Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.
 5.3.109.13331Alarum. 
 5.3.109.2Exeunt.
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