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Hector: Cries “ This is he”— could promise to himself
Hector: A thought of added honor torn from Hector.
Hector: We’ll answer it;
Hector: The issue is embracement.— Ajax, farewell.
Hector: Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
Hector: And signify this loving interview
Hector: To the expecters of our Trojan part;
Hector: Desire them home.
Hector: Give me thy hand, my cousin.
Hector: I will go eat with thee and see your knights.
Hector: The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
Hector: But for Achilles, my own searching eyes
Hector: Shall find him by his large and portly size.
Hector: I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.
Hector: Who must we answer?
Hector: O, you, my lord? By Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
Hector: Mock not that I affect th’ untraded oath;
Hector: Your quondam wife swears still by Venus’ glove.
Hector: She’s well, but bade me not commend her to you.
Hector: O, pardon! I offend.
Hector: Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle
Hector: That hast so long walked hand in hand with time.
Hector: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.
Hector: I would they could.
Hector: I know your favor, Lord Ulysses, well.
Hector: Ah, sir, there’s many a Greek and Trojan dead
Hector: Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
Hector: In Ilium, on your Greekish embassy.
Hector: I must not believe you.
Hector: There they stand yet, and modestly I think
Hector: The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
Hector: A drop of Grecian blood. The end crowns all,
Hector: And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Hector: Will one day end it.
Hector: Is this Achilles?
Hector: Stand fair, I pray thee. Let me look on thee.
Hector: Nay, I have done already.
Hector: O, like a book of sport thou ’lt read me o’er;
Hector: But there’s more in me than thou understand’st.
Hector: Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
Hector: It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
Hector: To answer such a question. Stand again.
Hector: Think’st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
Hector: As to prenominate in nice conjecture
Hector: Where thou wilt hit me dead?
Hector: Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
Hector: I’d not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well,
Hector: For I’ll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there,
Hector: But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
Hector: I’ll kill thee everywhere, yea, o’er and o’er.—
Hector: You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
Hector: His insolence draws folly from my lips.
Hector: But I’ll endeavor deeds to match these words,
Hector: Or may I never—
Hector: I pray you, let us see you in the field.
Hector: We have had pelting wars since you refused
Hector: The Grecians’ cause.
Hector: Thy hand upon that match.
Hector: I trouble you.
Hector: Thanks, and good night to the Greeks’ general.
Hector: Good night, sweet lord Menelaus.
Hector: Give me your hand.
Hector: And so, good night.
Hector: You train me to offend you. Get you in.
Hector: By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go!
Hector: No more, I say.
Hector: Ho! Bid my trumpet sound!
Hector: Begone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.
Hector: Hold you still, I say.
Hector: Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate.
Hector: Life every man holds dear, but the dear man
Hector: Holds honor far more precious-dear than life.
Hector: How now, young man? Meanest thou to fight today?
Hector: No, faith, young Troilus, doff thy harness, youth.
Hector: I am today i’ th’ vein of chivalry.
Hector: Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
Hector: And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Hector: Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
Hector: I’ll stand today for thee and me and Troy.
Hector: What vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it.
Hector: O, ’tis fair play.
Hector: How now? How now?
Hector: Fie, savage, fie!
Hector: Troilus, I would not have you fight today.
Hector: Aeneas is afield,
Hector: And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
Hector: Even in the faith of valor, to appear
Hector: This morning to them.
Hector: I must not break my faith.
Hector: You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Hector: Let me not shame respect, but give me leave
Hector: To take that course by your consent and voice
Hector: Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
Hector: Andromache, I am offended with you.
Hector: Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Hector: You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim.
Hector: Go in and cheer the town. We’ll forth and fight,
Hector: Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night.
Hector: What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
Hector: Art thou of blood and honor?
Hector: I do believe thee. Live.
Hector: Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Hector: Pause if thou wilt.
Hector: Fare thee well.
Hector: I would have been much more a fresher man
Hector: Had I expected thee.
Hector: How now, my brother?
Hector: Stand, stand, thou Greek! Thou art a goodly mark.
Hector: No? Wilt thou not? I like thy armor well.
Hector: I’ll frush it and unlock the rivets all,
Hector: But I’ll be master of it.
Hector: Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Hector: Why then, fly on. I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.
Hector: Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Hector: Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.
Hector: Now is my day’s work done. I’ll take my breath.
Hector: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
Hector: I am unarmed. Forgo this vantage, Greek.
Helenus: No marvel though you bite so sharp at reasons,
Helenus: You are so empty of them. Should not our father
Helenus: Bear the great sway of his affairs with reason,
Helenus: Because your speech hath none that tell him so?
Cassandra: Cry, Trojans, cry!
Cassandra: Cry, Trojans!
Cassandra: Cry, Trojans, cry! Lend me ten thousand eyes,
Cassandra: And I will fill them with prophetic tears.
Cassandra: Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled elders,
Cassandra: Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Cassandra: Add to my clamors. Let us pay betimes
Cassandra: A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Cassandra: Cry, Trojans, cry! Practice your eyes with tears.
Cassandra: Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilium stand.
Cassandra: Our firebrand brother Paris burns us all.
Cassandra: Cry, Trojans, cry! A Helen and a woe!
Cassandra: Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
Cassandra: Where is my brother Hector?
Cassandra: O, ’tis true!
Cassandra: No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother!
Cassandra: The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows.
Cassandra: They are polluted off’rings more abhorred
Cassandra: Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Cassandra: It is the purpose that makes strong the vow,
Cassandra: But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Cassandra: Unarm, sweet Hector.
Cassandra: Lay hold upon him, Priam; hold him fast.
Cassandra: He is thy crutch. Now if thou loose thy stay,
Cassandra: Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Cassandra: Fall all together.
Cassandra: O Priam, yield not to him!
Cassandra: O farewell, dear Hector.
Cassandra: Look how thou diest! Look how thy eye turns pale!
Cassandra: Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Cassandra: Hark, how Troy roars, how Hecuba cries out,
Cassandra: How poor Andromache shrills her dolor forth!
Cassandra: Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement,
Cassandra: Like witless antics, one another meet,
Cassandra: And all cry “ Hector! Hector’s dead! O, Hector!”
Cassandra: Farewell.— Yet soft! Hector, I take my leave.
Cassandra: Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
Paris: Else might the world convince of levity
Paris: As well my undertakings as your counsels.
Paris: But I attest the gods, your full consent
Paris: Gave wings to my propension and cut off
Paris: All fears attending on so dire a project.
Paris: For what, alas, can these my single arms?
Paris: What propugnation is in one man’s valor
Paris: To stand the push and enmity of those
Paris: This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
Paris: Were I alone to pass the difficulties
Paris: And had as ample power as I have will,
Paris: Paris should ne’er retract what he hath done
Paris: Nor faint in the pursuit.
Paris: Sir, I propose not merely to myself
Paris: The pleasures such a beauty brings with it,
Paris: But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Paris: Wiped off in honorable keeping her.
Paris: What treason were it to the ransacked queen,
Paris: Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
Paris: Now to deliver her possession up
Paris: On terms of base compulsion? Can it be
Paris: That so degenerate a strain as this
Paris: Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
Paris: There’s not the meanest spirit on our party
Paris: Without a heart to dare or sword to draw
Paris: When Helen is defended, nor none so noble
Paris: Whose life were ill bestowed or death unfamed
Paris: Where Helen is the subject. Then I say,
Paris: Well may we fight for her whom, we know well,
Paris: The world’s large spaces cannot parallel.
Paris: You have broke it, cousin, and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance.
Paris: Well said, my lord; well, you say so in fits.
Paris: What exploit’s in hand? Where sups he tonight?
Paris: I’ll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
Paris: Well, I’ll make ’s excuse.
Paris: I spy.
Paris: Ay, good now, “ Love, love, nothing but love.”
Paris: He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
Paris: Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would fain have armed today, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?
Paris: To a hair.
Paris: They’re come from the field. Let us to Priam’s hall
Paris: To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
Paris: To help unarm our Hector. His stubborn buckles,
Paris: With these your white enchanting fingers touched,
Paris: Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Paris: Or force of Greekish sinews. You shall do more
Paris: Than all the island kings: disarm great Hector.
Paris: Sweet, above thought I love thee.
Paris: See, ho! Who is that there?
Paris: A valiant Greek, Aeneas; take his hand.
Paris: Witness the process of your speech, wherein
Paris: You told how Diomed a whole week by days
Paris: Did haunt you in the field.
Paris: This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
Paris: The noblest hateful love, that e’er I heard of.
Paris: What business, lord, so early?
Paris: His purpose meets you. ’Twas to bring this Greek
Paris: To Calchas’ house, and there to render him,
Paris: For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid.
Paris: Let’s have your company, or, if you please,
Paris: Haste there before us. I constantly believe—
Paris: Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge—
Paris: My brother Troilus lodges there tonight.
Paris: Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,
Paris: With the whole quality whereof. I fear
Paris: We shall be much unwelcome.
Paris: There is no help.
Paris: The bitter disposition of the time
Paris: Will have it so.— On, lord, we’ll follow you.
Paris: And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
Paris: Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Paris: Who, in your thoughts, deserves fair Helen best,
Paris: Myself or Menelaus?
Paris: You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Paris: Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Paris: Dispraise the thing that they desire to buy.
Paris: But we in silence hold this virtue well:
Paris: We’ll not commend that not intend to sell.
Paris: Here lies our way.
Paris: It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
Paris: For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Paris: Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Paris: Tell you the lady what she is to do
Paris: And haste her to the purpose.
Paris: I know what ’tis to love,
Paris: And would, as I shall pity, I could help.—
Paris: Please you walk in, my lords?
Paris: Brother Troilus!
Paris: Hark, Hector’s trumpet.
Paris: ’Tis Troilus’ fault. Come, come to field with him.
Paris: Hector! The gods forbid!
Diomedes: And how his silence drinks up this applause!
Diomedes: You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Diomedes: Or covetous of praise—
Diomedes: Or strange, or self-affected—
Diomedes: Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax.
Diomedes: This shall I undertake, and ’tis a burden
Diomedes: Which I am proud to bear.
Diomedes: That’s my mind too.— Good morrow, Lord Aeneas.
Diomedes: The one and other Diomed embraces.
Diomedes: Our bloods are now in calm, and, so long, health;
Diomedes: But when contention and occasion meet,
Diomedes: By Jove, I’ll play the hunter for thy life
Diomedes: With all my force, pursuit, and policy.
Diomedes: We sympathize. Jove, let Aeneas live,
Diomedes: If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
Diomedes: A thousand complete courses of the sun!
Diomedes: But in mine emulous honor let him die
Diomedes: With every joint a wound and that tomorrow.
Diomedes: We do, and long to know each other worse.
Diomedes: Both alike.
Diomedes: He merits well to have her that doth seek her,
Diomedes: Not making any scruple of her soilure,
Diomedes: With such a hell of pain and world of charge;
Diomedes: And you as well to keep her that defend her,
Diomedes: Not palating the taste of her dishonor,
Diomedes: With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.
Diomedes: He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
Diomedes: The lees and dregs of a flat tamèd piece;
Diomedes: You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Diomedes: Are pleased to breed out your inheritors.
Diomedes: Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more;
Diomedes: But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Diomedes: She’s bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris:
Diomedes: For every false drop in her bawdy veins
Diomedes: A Grecian’s life hath sunk; for every scruple
Diomedes: Of her contaminated carrion weight
Diomedes: A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak,
Diomedes: She hath not given so many good words breath
Diomedes: As for her Greeks and Trojans suffered death.
Diomedes: Fair Lady Cressid,
Diomedes: So please you, save the thanks this prince expects.
Diomedes: The luster in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Diomedes: Pleads your fair usage, and to Diomed
Diomedes: You shall be mistress and command him wholly.
Diomedes: O, be not moved, Prince Troilus.
Diomedes: Let me be privileged by my place and message
Diomedes: To be a speaker free. When I am hence,
Diomedes: I’ll answer to my lust, and know you, lord,
Diomedes: I’ll nothing do on charge. To her own worth
Diomedes: She shall be prized; but that you say “ Be ’t so,”
Diomedes: I speak it in my spirit and honor: “ no.”
Diomedes: Even she.
Diomedes: Lady, a word. I’ll bring you to your father.
Diomedes: You must no more.
Diomedes: As Hector pleases.
Diomedes: ’Tis Agamemnon’s wish; and great Achilles
Diomedes: Doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector.
Diomedes: I cannot, lord. I have important business,
Diomedes: The tide whereof is now.— Good night, great Hector.
Diomedes: What, are you up here, ho? Speak.
Diomedes: Diomed. Calchas, I think? Where’s your daughter?
Diomedes: How now, my charge?
Diomedes: Will you remember?
Diomedes: Nay, but do, then, and let your mind be coupled with your words.
Diomedes: Nay, then—
Diomedes: Foh, foh, come, tell a pin! You are forsworn.
Diomedes: What did you swear you would bestow on me?
Diomedes: Good night.
Diomedes: No, no, good night. I’ll be your fool no more.
Diomedes: And so good night.
Diomedes: Foh foh! Adieu. You palter.
Diomedes: But will you, then?
Diomedes: Give me some token for the surety of it.
Diomedes: Whose was ’t?
Diomedes: I shall have it.
Diomedes: Ay, that.
Diomedes: Nay, do not snatch it from me.
Diomedes: I had your heart before. This follows it.
Diomedes: I will have this. Whose was it?
Diomedes: Come, tell me whose it was.
Diomedes: Whose was it?
Diomedes: Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm
Diomedes: And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Diomedes: Why, then, farewell.
Diomedes: Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
Diomedes: I do not like this fooling.
Diomedes: What, shall I come? The hour?
Diomedes: Farewell, till then.
Diomedes: Thou dost miscall retire.
Diomedes: I do not fly, but advantageous care
Diomedes: Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.
Diomedes: Have at thee!
Diomedes: Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus’ horse;
Diomedes: Present the fair steed to my Lady Cressid.
Diomedes: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty.
Diomedes: Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan
Diomedes: And am her knight by proof.
Diomedes: Ay, there, there!
Diomedes: Troilus, I say! Where’s Troilus?
Diomedes: I would correct him.
Diomedes: Ha! Art thou there?
Diomedes: He is my prize. I will not look upon.
Diomedes: The bruit is Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.
Paris’s Servingman: Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Paris’s Servingman: Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.
Paris’s Servingman: The Lord be praised!
Paris’s Servingman: Faith, sir, superficially.
Paris’s Servingman: I hope I shall know your Honor better.
Paris’s Servingman: You are in the state of grace?
Paris’s Servingman: I do but partly know, sir. It is music in parts.
Paris’s Servingman: Wholly, sir.
Paris’s Servingman: To the hearers, sir.
Paris’s Servingman: At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
Paris’s Servingman: Who shall I command, sir?
Paris’s Servingman: That’s to ’t indeed, sir. Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him the mortal Venus, the heart blood of beauty, love’s visible soul.
Paris’s Servingman: No, sir, Helen. Could not you find out that by her attributes?
Paris’s Servingman: Sodden business! There’s a stewed phrase indeed.
Helen: Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Helen: He is full of harmony.
Helen: O, sir—
Helen: Nay, this shall not hedge us out. We’ll hear you sing, certainly.
Helen: My Lord Pandarus, honey-sweet lord—
Helen: You shall not bob us out of our melody. If you do, our melancholy upon your head!
Helen: And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
Helen: My Lord Pandarus—
Helen: Nay, but, my lord—
Helen: You must not know where he sups.
Helen: Why, this is kindly done.
Helen: She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
Helen: Falling in after falling out may make them three.
Helen: Ay, ay, prithee. Now, by my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
Helen: Let thy song be love. “ This love will undo us all.” O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
Helen: In love, i’ faith, to the very tip of the nose.
Helen: He hangs the lip at something.— You know all, Lord Pandarus.
Helen: Commend me to your niece.
Helen: ’Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris.
Helen: Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Helen: Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Helen: Yea, overshines ourself.
Troilus’s Man: No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither.
Calchas: Now, princes, for the service I have done you,
Calchas: Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud
Calchas: To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind
Calchas: That, through the sight I bear in things to come,
Calchas: I have abandoned Troy, left my possessions,
Calchas: Incurred a traitor’s name, exposed myself,
Calchas: From certain and possessed conveniences,
Calchas: To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all
Calchas: That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition
Calchas: Made tame and most familiar to my nature,
Calchas: And here, to do you service, am become
Calchas: As new into the world, strange, unacquainted.
Calchas: I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
Calchas: To give me now a little benefit
Calchas: Out of those many regist’red in promise,
Calchas: Which you say live to come in my behalf.
Calchas: You have a Trojan prisoner called Antenor
Calchas: Yesterday took. Troy holds him very dear.
Calchas: Oft have you— often have you thanks therefor—
Calchas: Desired my Cressid in right great exchange,
Calchas: Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor,
Calchas: I know, is such a wrest in their affairs
Calchas: That their negotiations all must slack,
Calchas: Wanting his manage; and they will almost
Calchas: Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
Calchas: In change of him. Let him be sent, great princes,
Calchas: And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence
Calchas: Shall quite strike off all service I have done
Calchas: In most accepted pain.
Calchas: Who calls?
Calchas: She comes to you.
Deiphobus: It is the Lord Aeneas.
Deiphobus: Let us make ready straight.
Deiphobus: Hector! The gods forbid!
Other Trojans and Greeks, Common Soldiers of Troy and Greece, Trumpeters, Attendants, Torchbearers: The Trojan’s trumpet.
Andromache: When was my lord so much ungently tempered
Andromache: To stop his ears against admonishment?
Andromache: Unarm, unarm, and do not fight today.
Andromache: My dreams will sure prove ominous to the day.
Andromache: Here, sister, armed and bloody in intent.
Andromache: Consort with me in loud and dear petition;
Andromache: Pursue we him on knees. For I have dreamt
Andromache: Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Andromache: Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
Andromache: O, be persuaded! Do not count it holy
Andromache: To hurt by being just. It is as lawful,
Andromache: For we would give much, to use violent thefts
Andromache: And rob in the behalf of charity.
Andromache: Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
Andromache: Do not, dear father.
Diomedes’ Servingman: I go, my lord.
Bastard: Turn, slave, and fight.
Bastard: A bastard son of Priam’s.
Bastard: The devil take thee, coward!
MYRMIDONS.0.1_Tro: The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Other Trojans and Greeks, Common Soldiers of Troy and Greece, Trumpeters, Attendants, Torchbearers: Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain! Achilles!
Antenor: Hector! The gods forbid!
Other Trojans and Greeks, Common Soldiers of Troy and Greece, Trumpeters, Attendants, Torchbearers: Hector! The gods forbid!