Life every Man holds dear, but the dear Man
Holds Honour far more precious-dear than Life.

Enter Troilus.

How now, young man; mean'st thou to fight to day?
Andr. Caffandra, call my Father to perfwade.

LExit Caffandra.
Helt. No Faith, young Troilus; doff thy Harness, Youth:
I am to day i'th' vein of Chivalry:

Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the War.
Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave Boy,
I'll ftand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.

Troi. Brother, you have a vice of Mercy in you;

Which better fits a Lion, than a Man.

Hect. What Vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it. Troi. When many times the Captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair Sword,

You bid them rife, and live.

Hect. O, 'tis fair play.

Troi. Fools Play, by Heaven, Hector.

Hect. How now? how now?

Troi. For th' love of all the Gods,

Let's leave the Hermit Pity with our Mothers;
And when we have our Armours buckled on,
The venom'd Vengeance ride upon our Swords,
Spur them to ruful work, rein them from ruth.
Helt. Fie, Savage, fie.

Troi. Hector, then 'tis Wars.

Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to day.
Troi. Who fhould with-hold me?

Not Fate, Obedience, nor the Hand of Mars,
Beckning with fiery Truncheon my retire:
Not Priamus and Hecuba on Knees,

Their Eyes o'er-galled with recourfe of Tears;
Nor you, my Brother, with your true Sword drawn,
Oppos'd to hinder me, fhould ftop my way;
But by my Ruin.

Enter

Enter Priam and Caffandra

Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: He is thy Crutch; now if thou loose 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 Visions;
Caffandra doth forefee; and I my self,

Am like a Prophet, fuddenly enrapt,
To tell thee that this day is Ominous :
Therefore come back.

Hect. 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, Ay, but thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break my Faith:

You know me Dutiful, therefore, dear Sir,
Let me not fhame respect; but give me leave
To take that courfe by your Confent and Voice,
Which you do here forbid me, Royal Priam.
Caf. O, Priam, yield not to him.
Andr. Do not, dear Father.

Helt. 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:

Look how thou dieft; look how thy Eyes turn pale;
Look how thy Wounds do bleed at many vents;
Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out;
How poor Andromache fhrills her Dolour forth;
Behold Distraction, Frenzy and Amazement,
Like witlefs Anticks, one another meet,
And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead: O Hector!
Troi. Away,

Caf. Farewel: Yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave;
Thou do'ft thy felf, and all our Troy deceive.

A a 4

Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her Exclaim: Go in and cheer the Town, we'll forth and fight; Do deeds of praife, and tell you them at Night. Priam. Farewel: The Gods with fafety stand about thee. [Alarum Troi. They are at it, hark: Proud Diomede, believe I come to lole my Arm, or win my Sleeve.

Enter Pandarus.

Pand. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear?
Troi. What now?

Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poor Girl.
Troi. Let me read.

Pand. A whorfon Ptifick, a whorfon rafcally Ptifick, fo troubles me; and the foolish Fortune of this Girl, and what one thing, and what another, that I fhall leave you one o'thefe days; and I have a Rheum in mine Eyes too, and fuch an ach in my Bones, that unless a Man were Curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there?

Trai. Words, Words, meer Words; no Matter from the Heart.

Th' Effect doth operate another way.

[Tearing the Letter.

Go Wind to Wind, there turn and change together:
My Love with Words and Errors ftill the feeds;
But edifies another with her Deeds.

Pard. Why, but hear you.

Troi. Hence, Brothel Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame Purfue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Field between Troy and

Alarum.

the Camp.

Enter Therfites.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on: That diffembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolish young Knave's Sleeve of Troy, there in his Helm: I would fain fee them neet, that, that fame young Trojan Afs, that loves the Whore there, might fend that Greekish Whore-masterly Vilain, with the Sleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious

Drab,

Drab, of a fleeveless Errant. O'th' t'other fide, the Policy of thofe crafty fwearing Rafcals, that stale old Moufe-eaten dry Cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox Vlyffes is not prov'd worth a Blackberry. They fet me up in 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 began to proclaim Barbarism, and Policy grows into an ill Opinion.

Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes Sleeve, and t' other.

Troi. Fly not; for should'st thou take the River Styx, I would fwim after.

Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire:

I 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 Sleeve, now the Sleeve.

Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of Blood and Honour?

Ther. No, no: I am a Rascal; a fcurvy railing Knave; a very filthy Rogue.

[Exit.

Hect. 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, they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that Miracle-yet in a fort, Letchery eats it felf: I'll feek them. [Exit. Enter Diomede and Servant.

Dio. Go, go, my Servant, take thou Troilus's Horfe,
Prefent the fair Steed to my Lady Creffid:

Fellow, commend my Service to her Beauty:
Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her Knight by proof.

Ser. I go, my Lord.

Enter Agamemnon.

Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: Baftard Margarelon

Hath

Hath Dorens Prisoner,

And ftands, Coloffus wife, waving his Beam,
Upon the pashed coarses of the Kings,
Epistropus and Cedus: Polyxines is flain;
Amphimachus and Thous deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our Numbers, hafte we, Diomede,
To Reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus's Body to Achilles,
And bid the Snail-pac'd Ajax arm for fhame,
There are a thoufand Hectors in the Field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, like fcaled Sculls,
Before the belching Whale: Then is he yonder,
And there the ftraying Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the Mower's Swath;
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes 3
Dexterity fo obeying Appetite,

That what he will, he does, and does fo much,
That Proof is call'd Impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Viyf. Oh, Courage, Courage, Princes; great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing Vengeance;
Patroclus's Wounds have rouz'd his drowfie Blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofelefs, handless, hackt and chipt, 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 fantaftick Execution,

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a careless Force, and forcelefs Care,

As if that Luck, in very spight of Cunning, bad him win al'.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward, Troilus.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Neft. So, fo, we draw together.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Enter