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Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'er-galled with recourse of tears;
Re-enter Caffandra, with Priam.
Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
Priam. Come, Hector, come, go back:
To tell thee that this day is ominous :
Het. Æneas is a-field;
And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks,
Priam. But thou shalt not go.
He&t. I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear fir,
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you :
[Exit Andromache. Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements.
Caf. O farewel, dear Hector!
Between Troy and the Camp.
[Alarum.] Enter Therfites.
Ther. Now they are
clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That diffembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy 20 doting foolish young knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helin: I would fain fee them meet; that that fame young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-masterly villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling 25 luxurious drab, of a fleeveless errand. O' the other fide, the policy of thofe crafty swearing rafcals, that ftale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox, Ulyffes,-is not prov'd worth a black-berry:-They fet me up 30in policy, that mungril cur, Ajax, against that dog, of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarifm 3; and policy grows into an ill
Look, how thou dy`ft! look, how thy eye turns pale ! 35 opinion. Soft! here comes fleeve, and t'other.
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Yet foft: Hector, I take my
Enter Diomed, and Troilus.
Dio. Thou doft mif-call retire : 40I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: Have at thee! [They go off fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !-now for thy whore, Trojan!-now the fleeve, now the sleeve! Enter Heftor.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Pan. Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl.
Heft. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
Art thou of blood, and honour?
Ther. No, no;-I am a rafcal; a fcurvy rail50ing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Heft. I do believe thee;-live. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, 55 they have fwallow'd one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, lechery eats itself. I'll feek them. [Exit.
Pan. A whorefon ptifick, a whore fon rafcally ptifick fo troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that 60 I fhall leave you one o' thefe days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and fuch an ach in my]
Enter Diomed, and a Servant.
2 Mr. Theobald fuppofes fneer
i. e. tears that continue to course one another down the face. in, which is most probably right. 3 i. e. to fet up the authority of ignorance, to declare that they will be governed by policy no longer.
Neft. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
That what he will, he does; and does so much, 30
Ulyf. O courage, courage, princes! great
Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance: 35
That nofeless, handless, hack'd and chip'd, come to
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft a friend,
40I would have been much more a fresher man,
Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
Neft. So, fo, we draw together.
Acbil. Where is this Hector?
Hect. Stand, ftand, thou Greek; thou art a
No? wilt thou not?—I like thy armour well;
2 From The Three.
"Beyonde the royalme of Amafonne came an auncyent kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, named "Epyftrophus, and brought a M. knyghtes, and a marvayllouse beste that was called SAGITTAYRE, "that behynde the myddes was an horse, and to fore, a man: this befte was heery like an horse, and "had his eyen rede as a cole, and shotte well with a bowe: this befte made the Greekes fore aferde, and "flewe many of them with his bowe." The Three Deftructions of Troy, printed by Caxton. Deftructions of Troy is taken this name given to Hector's horse. 3 Sculls are great numbers of fishes fwimming together. 4 Dr. Johnson says, he never found the word fruh elsewhere, nor does he understand it; but that Hanmer explains it, to break or bruife. Mr. Steevens adds, that to fruf a chicken, is a term in carving which he cannot explain; but that the word is as ancient as Wynkyn de Worde's Booke of Kervinge, 1508, and that it seems to be fometimes used for any action of violence by which things are feparated, difordered, or destroyed.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my
And, ftickler-like 3, the armies feparates.
Ther. I am a baftard too; I love baftards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimáte. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quar-35 rel's most ominous to us: if the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, baftard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward.
Another Part of the Field.
Het. Most putrified core, fo fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death!
Enter Achilles, and bis Myrmidons.
Acbil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels; Even with the vail 2 and dark'ning of the fun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Het. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek.
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nefter, Dismedes, and the reft, marching.
Aga. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles!
Aga. March patiently along :-Let one be fent, To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
Troi. Hector is flain.
Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the host. Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; But dare all imminence, that gods, and men, Addrefs their dangers in. Hector is gone! Who fhall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba? Let him, that will a fcreech-owl aye be call'd, Go in to Troy, and fay there-Hector's dead; There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;
Mr. Steevens propofes to read-aims. 2 i. e. the finking of the fun. A fickler was one who stood by to part the combatants when victory could be determined without bloodshed. They were called sticklers, from carrying fticks or ftaves in their hands, with which they interpofed between the duellifts. We now call thefe sticklers fidefmen. * Mr. Steevens proposes to read“ fmite at Troy,"
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
I'll through and through you!—And thou, greatfiz'd coward!
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear? Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shamel Purfue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it? -Let me fee :—
Full merrily the humble bee doth fing,
But being once subdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.
As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, 15 Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren, and fifters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will fhall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is thisSome galled goose of Winchester would hiss: 'Till then, I'll fweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.
[Exit Troilus. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! 20 Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd!
O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet a'
1 Mr. Pope on this paffage remarks, that the public stews were anciently under the jurifdiction of the bishop of Winchester. A particular symptom in the lues venerea was called a Winchester goofe; and this explanation may be fupported by the vulgar phrase at present applied to a perfon infected with a certain difeafe, that " he has got the guafe."