Part 40

Ther. He’ll tickle it for his concupy.

Troy. O Creſſid! O false Creſſid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they’ll seem glorious.

Vlyſ. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither.

Enter Æneas

Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord. Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Aiax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

Troy. Have with you, Prince. My courteous lord, adieu. Fairwell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Stand fast and wear a castle on thy head.

Vlyſ. I’ll bring you to the gates.

Troy. Accept distracted thanks.

Exeunt Troylus, Æneas. and Vlyſſes

Ther. Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me anything for the intelligence of this whore; the parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery! Still wars and lechery! Nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! Exit

Enter Hector and Andromache

And. When was my lord so much ungently temper’d To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in. By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go.

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

Hect. No more, I say.

Enter Caſſandra

Caſ. Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here, sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent. Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.

Caſ. O, ’tis true!

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound.

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

Hect. Be gone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.

Caſ. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted off’rings, more abhorr’d Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

And. O, be persuaded! Do not count it holy To hurt by being just. It is as lawful, For we would give much, to use violent thefts And rob in the behalf of charity.

Caſ. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold. Unarm, sweet Hector.

Hect. Hold you still, I say. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate. Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious dear than life.

Enter Troylus

How now, young man! Mean’st thou to fight to-day?