Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.- SCENE IV.-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 same 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 whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the other 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 black-berry:-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 come sleeve and t'other. Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx I would swim after. Dio. Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore, Trojan !-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes fighting. 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 scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee:-live. [Exit. 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 swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit. SCENE V-The same. Enter Diomedes and a Ser vant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit Serv. Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus And stands, collossus-wise, waving his beam, Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-pae'd Ajax arm for shame- That what he will, he does; and does so much, Enter Ulysses. Ulyss, O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is armning, 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, Engaging and redeeming of himself, SCENE VI-Another Part of the Field. Enter Ajax, Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? What would'st thou ? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were 1 the general, thou should'st have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ? SCENE VII.-The same. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye :It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek, Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; [4 Retreat sounded. [Exeunt. SCENE X.-The same. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Aga. Hark! bark! what shout is that? [Within.] Peace, drums. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Aga. March patiently along :-Let one be sent If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XI-Another Part of the field. Enter Ene as and Trojans. Enc. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector?-The gods forbid ! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-siz'd coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent déspised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. [Exit. CYMBELINE. Cymbeline, king of Britain. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Cloten, son to the queen by a former husband. Guiderius, (sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the Cornelius, a physician. Queen, wife to Cymbeline. Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen. Lords, Ladies. Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appari- SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father Died with their swords in hand; for which their father I honour him 2 Gent. Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell Is she sole child to the king? His only child. me, 1 Gent. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went. 2 Gent. How long is this ago? |