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Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears ; Tro. What now?
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
drawn,

Tro. Let me read.
Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way, Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally
But by my ruin.

ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of

this girl ; and what one thing, what another, Re-enter CASSANDRA, with Priam.

that I shall leave you one o’these days: And I Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast; have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an He is thy crutch ; now if thou lose thy stay, ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says Fall all together.

she there? Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back ::

Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had from the heart ; [Tearing the letter. visions ;

The effect doth operate another way.-Cassandra doth foresee ;'and I myself

Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toAm like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

gether. To tell thee-that this day is ominous : My love with words and errors still she feeds; Therefore, come back.

But edifies another with her deeds. Hect. Æneas is a-field;

[Exeunt severally. And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valour, to appear

SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian This morning to them.

Camp.
Pri. But thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break my faith.

Alarums : Excursions. Enter THERSITES. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one anLet me not shame respect ; but give me leave other ; I'll go look on. That dissembling aboTo take that course by your consent and voice, minable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy Which

you do here forbid me, royal Priam. doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.

there, in his helm : I would fain see them meet; And. Do not, dear father.

that that same Trojan ass, that loves the whore Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you : there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly Upon the love you bear me, get you in. villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling

(Exit Andromache. luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl other side, the policy of those crafty swearing Makes all these bodements.

rascals,—that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Cas. O farewell, dear Hector.

Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,-is Look, how thou diest ! look, how thy eye turns not proved worth a blackberry :-They set me pale !

up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles : and now is Hark, how Troy roars ! how Hecuba cries out! the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and poor

Andromache shrills her dolours forth! will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows Like witless anticks, one another meet, into an ill opinion. Soft ! here come sleeve, and And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead ! O, Hector ! t'other.

Tro. Away !-Away!-
Cas. Farewell.—Yet, soft :-Hector, I take

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following: my leave:

Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive:

Styx,

[Erit. I would swim after. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim: Dio. Thou dost miscall retire : Goin, and cheer the town : we'll forth, and fight; I do not fly; but advantageous care Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Withdrew me from the odds of multitude : Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand Have at thee! about thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!—now for thy [Ereunt severally Priam and Hector. whore, Trojan !--now the sleeve, now the sleeve! Alarums.

[Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting. Tro. They are at it; hark ! Proud Diomed, believe,

Enter HECTOR.
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for

Hector's match ?
As TBoilus is going out, enter from the other side Art thou of blood, and honour ?
PANDARUS.

Ther. No, no : I am a rascal; a scurvy rail. Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear ? ing knave; a very filthy rogue:

How

Hect. I do believe thee ;-live. [Erit.

Enter AJAX. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighten- Ajar. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! ing me! What's become of the wenching rogues ?

[Eril

. I think, they have swallowed one another : I Dio. Ay, there, there. would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, Nest. So, so, we draw together. lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit.

Enter ACHILLES.
SCENE V.-The same.

Achil. Where is this Hector ?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face ; Enter Diomedes and a Servant.

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' Hector ! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. horse;

[Exeunt. Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty ; SCENE VI.- Another part of the field. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof.

Enter AJAX. Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit Servant.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Trcilus, show thy

head!
Enter AGAMEMNOX.
Agam. Renew, renew ! The fierce Polydamus

Enter DIOMEDES.
Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon Dio. Troilus, I say ! where's Troilus?
Hath Doreus prisoner ;

Ajax. What would'st thou ?
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Dio. I would correct him.
Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;

my office, Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt; Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes

Troilus !
Sore hurt and bruis’d: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers ; haste we, Diomed,

Enter TROILUS.
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face,

thou traitor, Enter NESTOR.

And pay thy life thou ow’st me for my horse ! Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; Dio. Ha! art thou there? And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.-- Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. There is a thousand Hectors in the field :

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,

Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,

at you both.

[Exeunt fighting And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls Before the belching whale ; then is he yonder,

Enter Hector. And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Hect. Yea, Troilus ? 0, well fought, my Fall down before him, like the mower's swath :

youngest brother! Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite,

Enter Achilles. That what he will, he does ; and does so much, Achil. Now do I see thee: Hal-Hlave at That proof is call'd impossibility.

thee, Hector.

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Enter ULYSSES.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes ! great Be happy, that my arms are out of use: Achilles

My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance : But thou anon shalt hear ot' me again ; Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Tiil when, go seek thy fortune. [Erit. Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

Hect. Fare thee well :That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp’d, I would have been much more a fresher man, come to him,

Had I expected thee. How now, my brother? Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and at it,

Re-enter TroiloS. Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Tro. Ajax hath ta’en Æneas ; Shall it be? Mad and fantastic execution ;

No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Engaging and redeeming of himself,

He shall not carry him ; I'll be taken too, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say ! As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, I reck not though I end my life to-day. Bade him win all,

[Erit. my lord.

Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, Enter one in sumptuous armour.

To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this 'vantage, goodly mark:

Greek. No? wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well; Achil. Strike, fellows, strike ; this is the man I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

I seek.

[Hector falls. But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down; abide ?

Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, [Exeunt. Achilles hath the mighty isector slain.

[ 4 retreat sounded. SCENE VII.-The same.

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmi- Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads dons :

the earth, Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: And, stickler-like, the armies separates. Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have And when I have the bloody Hector found,

fed, Empale him with your weapons round about ; Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.In fellest manner execute your arms.

[Sheathes his sword. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:- Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; It is decreed-Hector the great must die. Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

[Excunt.

SCENE X.-The same.
SCENE VIII.-The same.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, Menelaus, NesEnter MENELAUs and Paris, fighting : then TOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts THERSITES.

within. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? afe at it: Now, bull! now, dog ! 'Loo, Paris, Nest. Peace, drums. 'loo ! now my double-henn'd sparrow ! 'loo, Pa- Within.] Achilles ! ris, 'loo ! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! [Excunt Paris and Menelaus. Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by

Achilles.
Enter MARGARELON.

Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Great Hector was as good a man as he. Ther. What art thou ?

Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

sent Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: ! To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard If in his death the gods have us befriended, in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing ille- Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are gitimate. One bear will not bite another, and ended.

[E.reunt, marching wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a SCENE XI.-

Another part of the field. whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment : Farewell, bastard.

Enter Æneas and Trojans. Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [Exeunt. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the

fieldt: SCENE IX.- Another part of the field. Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter HECTOR.

Enter TROILUS. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Tro. Hector is slain. Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. All. Hector The gods forbid ! Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Rest, sword; thou hast thy fillof blood and death! tail,

[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful behind him.

field. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage will

speed! Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! set;

I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : And linger not our sure destruction on !

ho!

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name ! I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ;

[Erit Troilus. But dare all imminence, that gods and men Pan. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones! Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! - world! world! world! thus is the poot Who shall tell Priam so, or liecuba?

agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earLet him, that will a screech-owl aye be ealld, nestly are you set 'a work, and how ill requited! Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead : Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the There is a word will Priam turn to stone; performance so loathed ? what verse for it? what Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, instance for it? Let me see :Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Hector is dead; there is no more to say.

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: Stay yet ;- You vile abominable tents,

And being once subdued in armed tail, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted I'll through and through you !-And thou,

cloths. great-siz'd coward!

As many as be here of pander’s hall, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall : I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, That mouldeth goblinsswift as frenzy thoughts. Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Strike a free march to Troy !—with comfort go: Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Some two months hence my will shall here be [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. made :

It should be now, but that my fear is this,As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other

Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: side, PandARUS.

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases;

And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. Pan. But hear you, hear you !

Erit.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

Timon, a noble Athenian.

Two Servants of Varro, and the servant of Isia Lucius,

dore ; two of Timon's creditors. Lucullus, Lords, and flatterers of Timon. Cupid and Maskers. Three strangers. SEMPRONIUS,

Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant.
Ventidius, one of Timon's false friends. An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher.
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian general.

PHRYNIA,
Flavius, steward to Timon.

mistresses to Alcibiades.
FLAMINIUS,
Lucilius,

Timon's servants.
SERVILIUS,
Captis,

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, PHILOTUS,

and Attendants. Titus,

- servants to Timon's creditors. Lucius, HORTENSIUS,

SCENE,-Athens ; and the Woods adjoining.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.-Athens. A hall in Timon's house.

Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and

Others, at several doors.
Poet. Good day, sir.
Pain. I am glad you are well.
Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes

the world ?
Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Poet. Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches ? See,
Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
VOL. II.

Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord !
Jew. Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man ; breath'd,

as it were,
To an untirable and continuate goodness :
He passes.

Jew. I have a jewel here.
Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon,

sir ?
Jew. If he will touch the estimate: But, for

that-
Poet. When we for recompence have prais'd the

vile,
It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.

Mer. 'Tis a good form. [Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich; here is a water, look you.

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