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The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulyss. May worthy Troiluss be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express?
Tro. Ay, Greek; 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 on 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. He'll tickle it for his concupyo
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.
Æne. 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. Tro. Have with you, prince:-My courteous
8 May worthy Troilus-] Can Troilus really feel, on this occasion, half of what he utters? A question suitable to the calm Ulysses. Johnson.
concupy.) A cant word, formed by our author from concupiscence.
Farewell, revolted fair!—and, Diomed,
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
[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.
Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Enter Hector and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem
per’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.
Enter CASSANDRA. Cas.
Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
and wear a castle on thy head!] i. e. defend thy head with armour of more than common security.
dear petition,] Dear, on this occasion, seems to mean important, consequential.
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Cas. 0, it is true.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet
brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me
And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy
Cas. It is the purpose," that makes strong the vow;
Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my
fate: 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? 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:
-peevish-] i. e. foolish. * It is the purpose,] The mad prophetess speaks here with all the coolness and judgment of a skilful casuist."The essence of a lawful vow, is a lawful purpose, and the vow of which the end is wrong, must not be regarded as cogent.” Johnson.
dear man —] Valuable man.
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
you, Which better fits a lion, than a man. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me
Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.
Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; And when we have our armours buckled on, The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords; Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Hect. Fye, savage, fye! Tro.
Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
Tro. Who should withhold me?
6 Which better fits a lion,] The traditions and stories of the darker ages abounded with examples of the lion's generosity. Upon the supposition that these acts of clemency were true, Troilus reasons not improperly, that to spare against reason, by mere instinct of pity, became rather a generous beast than a wise man.
? You bid them rise, and live.] Shakspeare seems not to have studied the Homeric character of Hector, whose disposition was by no means inclined to clemency.
with fiery truncheon -] We have here but a modern Mars. Antiquity
acknowledges no such ensign of command as a truncheon. The spirit of the passage, however, is such as might atone for a greater impropriety.
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Re-enter CASSANDRA, with Priam. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fall all together. Pri.
Come, Hector, come, go back:
Æneas is a-field;
But thou shalt not go.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. .
[Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements. Cas.
O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale!
shame respect ;] i. e. disgrace the respect I owe you, by acting in opposition to your commands. VOL. VII.