And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
ULYSS. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express ?
TROIL. Ay, Greck; and that shall be divulged
well

In characters as red as Mars his heart

Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy
With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

Hark, Greek ;-as much as I do Cressid love,"
So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
That sleeve is mine that he'll bear in his helm ;
Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun,*
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.

THER. [Aside.] He'll tickle it for his concupy. TROIL. O, Cressid! O, false Cressid! false, false, false!

Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
And they'll seem glorious.

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

Enter ENEAS.

ENE. I have been seeking you this hour, my
lord:

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

TROIL. Have with you, prince.-My courteous
lord, adieu.-

Farewell, revolted fair!—and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
ULYSS. I'll bring you to the gates.
TROIL. Accept distracted thanks.

[Exeunt ULYSSES, TROILUS, and ENEAS. THER. Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing 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!

(*) First folio, Fenne.

[Exit.

(*) First folio, gone.

(†) First folio omits, all. "it is as lawful,

For we would count give much to as violent thefts," &c. We adopt the emendation proposed by Tyrwhitt; understanding "to use violent thefts," as, "to practise violent thefts."

c Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: &c.] Equivalent to, My honour holds supremacy o'er my fate. "To keep the weather, or weather-gage," is a nautical phrase, which means, to keep to windward, and thus have the advantage.

How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight today?

AND. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. [Exit CASSANDRA.

HECT. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth,

I am to-day i' the 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 stand to-day for thee, and me, and Troy.

TROIL. 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.

TROIL. When many times the captive Grecian

falls,

[Exit ANDROMACHE.

TROIL. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements.

CAS.
O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns
pale!

Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolour forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O, Hector!
TROIL. Away! away!

CAS. Farewell.-Yet, soft!-Hector, I take my leave:

Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit.

(*) First folio, yes.

cursed,-] That is, under the influence of a malediction.

b But edifies another with her deeds.] In the folio, after this couplet we have,

"Pand. Why, but heare you?

HECT. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim:

Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night.

PRI. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!

[Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR. Alarums TROIL. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,

I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS.

PAN. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
TROIL. What now?

PAN. Here's a letter from yond poor girl.
TROIL. Let me read.

PAN. A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days: and I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she there? TROIL. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart; [Tearing the letter.

The effect doth operate another way.—
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change
together.-

My love with words and errors still she feeds,
But edifies another with her deeds."

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE IV.-Plains between Troy and the Grecian Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES.

THER. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that sanie scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O'the other

(*) First folio, deeds of praise.

Troy. Hence brother lackie; ignomie and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name." These lines, however, are found again towards the end of the pist and there can be no doubt were inserted here inadvertently.

side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not proved worth a blackberry!-They set me up, in policy, that mongrel 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 barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.

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

That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

ULYSS. O, courage, courage, princes! great
Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come
to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost 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 such a careless force and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

(*) First folio, straying.

so, also, in "Coriolanus," Act II. Sc. 2,

"his sword, Death's stamp, Where it did mark, it took;"

and we ought possibly to read,

"Here, there, and every where, he cleaves and take.."

Enter MARGARELON.

MAR. Turn, slave, and fight.
THER. What art thou?

MAR. A bastard son of Priam's.

THER. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate. am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in

One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard. MAR. The devil take thee, coward!

(*) First folio arme

[Exeunt.