By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If there be rule in unity itself, This was not she. O madness of discourse, And with another knot, five-finger-tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy* Hark, Greek ;—As much as I do Cressid love, That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; * Love. Were it a casque* compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Constring'd+ in mass by the almighty sun, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy t. Tro. 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. Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. 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! [Exit. Concupiscence. WORDS WORDS MERE WORDS, NO MATTER FROM THE HEART; GO, WIND TO WIND, THERE TURN & CHANGE TOGETHER." London Published by Thomas Tegg N III. Cheapside, July 11814. Printed by Diven & Son SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's palace. 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. Cas. Enter Cassandra. 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 dream'd Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. Cas. O, it is true. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish * vows; They are polluted offerings, 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, Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows, to every purpose, must not hold : * Foolish. |