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And. Cassandra, call my father to perswade. (Exit Cassandra.
Hect. No faith, young Troilus ; doff thy harness, youth:
Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you;
Hect. What vice is that? good Troilus, chide me for it.
Troi. When many times the captive Grecians fall,
Heet. O, ’tis fair play.
Troi. For love of all the gods,
Heet. Fie, savage, fie.
Troi. Who should with-hold me?
Enter Priam and Callandra.
Priam. Hetor come, go back:
Heft. Æneas is a-field,
Priam. But thou shalt not go.
Caf. O, Priam, yield not to him.
Heft. Andromache, I am offended with you.
Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl,
Caf. O farewel, dear Hector:
Hark how Troy roars ; how Hecuba cries out ;
Caf. Farewel: yer, soft: Hector, I take my leave;
S CE N E VIII.
Pand. Do you hear, my lord: do you hear?
Pand. A whorson ptisick, a whorson rascally ptisick so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I shall leave you one o'these days ; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ach in my bones, that unless a man were curst, I cannot tell what to think on't. What says she, there?
Troi. Words, words, meer words; no matter from the heart.
Pand. Why, but hear you -
Troi. Hence, brothel, lacquy! ignominy and shame Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name.
S CE N E IX.
The field between Troy and the Camp.
go look on: that dissembling abominable varlet, Diomede, has got that same scurvy, doating, foolish young koave'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 vallain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errant. O'th' t’other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese Neftor, and that same dog-fox Ulyles, is not prov'd worth a blackberry. They set me up
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 barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft ---- here comes sleeve, and tother.
Troi. Fly not; for should'It thou take the river Styx,
Dio. Thou doft miscall Retire:
[They go off fighting Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian: now for thy whore, Trojan: now the sleeve, now the sleeve, now tlie leeve!
S CE N E X.
Ther. No, no: I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very
Heft. 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, letchery eats it self: I'll seek them.
SCEN E XI.