Their eyes o'er-gall'd with recourse of tears; But by my ruin. Re-enter Caffandra, with Priam. Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him faft: Priam. Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wite hath dreamt; thy mother hath had vifions; Am like a prophet fuddenly enrapt, To tell thee that this day is ominous: Helt. Æneas is a-field; And I do ftand engag'd to many Greeks, Priam. But thou shalt not go. Helt. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear fir, Het. Andromache, I am offended with you: [Exit Andromache. Troi This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements. k recourfe of tears;]-tears chafing one another down the face. 1 fhame refpe&;]-appear disrespectful. Caf. Caf. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou dy'ft! look, how thy eye turns pale! How poor Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement, 'Like witless anticks, one another meet, And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector! Caf. Farewell. Yet, foft :-Hector, I take my leave: Thou doft thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Heat. 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. Priam. Farewell: The gods with safety stand about thee! [Exit Priam. Alarums. Troi. They are at it! hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That diffembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that fame fcurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy, there, in his helm: I would fain fee them meet; that that fame young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekifh whoremasterly villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O' the other fide, The policy of thofe crafty fneering rascals,—that stale frills-pours forth fhrilly. Like witlefs anticks,]-As in fome wild pageant. • fwearing. old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Neftor; and that same dogfox, Ulyffes,—is not prov'd worth a black-berry :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 begin to proclaim barbarifm, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes fleeve, and t'other.. Enter Diomed, and Troilus. P Trai. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would fwim after. Dio. Thou doft mif-call 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 fleeve, now the fleeve! Enter Hellor. Hell. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood, and honour? Ther. No, no:-I am a rafcal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Helt. I do believe thee;-live. [Exit Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frightning me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, they have fwallow'd one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, lechery eats itfelf. I'll feek them. to proclaim barbarifm,]-to betray fymptoms of, to difcover a tendency to barbarism, and feem to disclaim all found policy. SCENE SCENE V. The fame. Enter Diomed, and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horfe; Prefent the fair fteed to my lady Creffid: Fellow, commend my fervice to her beauty; Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Serv. I go, my lord. Enter Agamemnon, Aga. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas And ftands coloffus-wife, waving his beam, 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: • baftard Margarelon]-This bafe born fon of Priam, &c. are mentioned in "The Three Deftructions of Troy." 'bis beam]-his fpear like one. pafbed]-fmitten. Sagittary]-An animal half man half horfe, armed with a bow and quiver. Now Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, W And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, That what he wills, he does; and does fo much, Enter Ulyffes. Ulyff. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowfy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, X 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, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With fuch a careless force, and forceless care, Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Dio. Ay, there, there. Neft. So, fo, we draw together. "fealed fculls]—a fhoal of herrings. Arawy]-refembling ftraw-fraying-fcattered. * Myrmidons]-The foldiers of Achilles. [Exit. [Exeunt. Enter |