.

Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

Their eyes o'er-galled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos'd to hinder me, fhould stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter Caffandra, with Priam.

Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.

Priam. Come, Hector, come, go back:
Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had vifions;
Caffandra doth forefee; and I myself
Am like a prophet fuddenly enrapt,

To tell thee that this day is ominous :
Therefore, come back.

Het. Æneas is a-field;

And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

Priam. But thou shalt not go.

He&t. I must not break my faith.

You know me dutiful; therefore, dear fir,
Let me not fhame refpe&; but give me leave
To take that course by your confent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam,
Caf. O Priam, yield not to him.
And. Do not, dear father.

Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you :
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

[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

[Exeunt.

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!
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache fhrills her dolours forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
Troi. Away Away 1.
Caf. Farewel.

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.

leave:
Thou doft thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. 45
Ht. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim:
Goin, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight,
Do deeds worth praife, and tell you them at night.
Priam. Farewel: The gods with fafety ftand
about thee!
[Exit Priam. Alarums.
Troi. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lofe my arm, or win my fleeve.
Enter Pandarus.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Troi. What now?

Pan. Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl.
Troi. Let me read.

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.

[Exit.

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]

SCENE V.
The Same.

Enter Diomed, and a Servant.
Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus
horse;

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.

Prefent

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
And bid the fnail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.-
There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe 2 his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they fly, or die, like scaled fculls 3
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the ftrawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,

20

25

That what he will, he does; and does so much, 30
That proof is call'd impoffibility.
Enter Ulyffes.

Ulyf. O courage, courage, princes! great
Achilles

Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance: 35
Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofeless, handless, hack'd and chip'd, come to
him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With fuch a careless force, and forcelefs care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

40I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus.

Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
45 He fhall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I fay!
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.
Enter one in Armour.

50

Neft. So, fo, we draw together.

[Exeunt.

Enter Achilles.

Acbil. Where is this Hector?

Hect. Stand, ftand, thou Greek; thou art a
goodly mark :-

No? wilt thou not?—I like thy armour well;
I'll frush 4 it, and unlock the rivets all,

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.

But

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my
Acbil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the
earth,

And, ftickler-like 3, the armies feparates.
To My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail;

Troi. Hector is flain.
All. Heftor?the gods forbid !
Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horfe's
In beaftly fort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile 4 at Troy!
451 fay, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure destructions on!

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,"

[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."