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32383041Ile
stand to day for thee and me and Troy.
32393042Troyl. Brother, you haue a vice of mercy in you,
32403043Which better
fits a Lion then a man.
32413044Hector. What vice is that? good T
roylus chide mee
32423046Troyl. When many times the captiue Grecian falls,
32433047Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire
sword,
32463050Troyl. Fooles play by heauen
Hector.
32483052Troyl. For th'loue of all the gods
32493053Lets leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mother,
32503054And when we haue our armors buckled on,
32513055The venomd vengeance ride vpon our
swords,
32523056Spur them to ruthfull worke, raine them from ruth.
32553059Hect. Troylus I wouldnot haue you
fight to day.
32573061Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of
Mars, 32583062Beckning with
fierie trunchion my retire,
32593063Not
Priamus and H
ecuba on knees,
32603064Their eyes ore-galled with recour
se of teares,
32613065Nor you my brother, with your true
sword drawne,
32623066Oppo
sd to hinder me,
should
stop my way,
32653068Cass. Lay hold vpon him,
Priam hold him fa
st,
32663069He is thy crutch: now if thou loo
se thy
stay,
32673070Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
32693072Priam. Come H
ector, come, go back,
32703073Thy wife hath dreamt, thy mother hath had vi
sions,
32713074Cassandra doth fore
see, and I my
selfe,
32723075Am like a prophet
suddenly enrapt,
32733076To tell thee that this day is ominous:
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