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 Troylus chide mee

3241.13045for it.

32423046Troyl. When many times the captiue Grecian falls,

32433047Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire sword,

32443048You bid them rise and liue.

32453049Hect. O tis faire play.

32463050Troyl. Fooles play by heauen Hector.

32473051Hect. How now? how now?

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.

32533057Hect. Fie sauage, fie.

32543058Troy. Hector then 'tis warres.

32553059Hect. Troylus I wouldnot haue you fight to day.

32563060Troyl. Who should with-hold me?

32573061Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars,

32583062Beckning with fierie trunchion my retire,

32593063Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

32603064Their eyes ore-galled with recourse of teares,

32613065Nor you my brother, with your true sword drawne,

32623066Opposd to hinder me, should stop my way,

32653068Cass. Lay hold vpon him, Priam hold him fast,

32663069He is thy crutch: now if thou loose thy stay,

32673070Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,

32683071Fall all together.

32693072Priam. Come Hector, come, go back,

32703073Thy wife hath dreamt, thy mother hath had visions,

32713074Cassandra doth foresee, and I my selfe,

32723075Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

32733076To tell thee that this day is ominous: