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.

You train me to offend you. Get you gone.

5.3.53202By the everlasting gods, I'll go.

My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.

No more, I say.

No more, I say. Where is my brother Hector?

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.

Oh, 'tis true.

Oh, 'tis true. Ho. Bid my trumpet sound.

No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.

Begone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.

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.

[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.

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow,

5.3.243223But vows to every purpose must not hold.

5.3.253224Unarm, sweet Hector.

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. --

5.3.293230How now, young man? Mean'st thou to fight today?

Cassandra, call my father to persuade.

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.

Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you

5.3.383240Which better fits a lion than a man.

What vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it.

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.

You bid them rise and live. Oh, 'tis fair play.

Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. How now? How now?

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.

Fie, savage, fie.

Fie, savage, fie. Hector, then 'tis wars.

Troilus, I would not have you fight today.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This morning to them. Ay, but thou shalt not go.

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.

O Priam, yield not to him.

O Priam, yield not to him. Do not, dear father.

Andromache, I am offended with you.

5.3.783288Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl

5.3.803291Makes all these bodements.

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."

Away, away.

Farewell. Yes, soft, Hector, I take my leave;

5.3.903302Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.

[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.

Farewell. The gods with safety stand about 3307thee.

They are at it. Hark. -- Proud Diomed, believe

5.3.963309I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.

Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?

What now?

Here's a item="letter" letter come from yon poor girl.

Let me read.

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?

Words, words, mere words, no matter from 3323the heart.

5.3.1033324Th'effect doth operate another way.

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.

Why, but hear you?

Hence, brother lackey, ignomy and shame

5.3.1093330Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.