ANDROMACHE
When was my lord so much ungently temper’d
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight today.
HECTOR
You train me to offend you; get you in.
By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go.
ANDROMACHE
My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
HECTOR
No more, I say.
CASSANDRA
Where is my brother Hector?
ANDROMACHE
Here, sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
CASSANDRA
O, true!
HECTOR
Ho! bid my trumpet sound.
CASSANDRA
No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother!
HECTOR
Be gone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.
CASSANDRA
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted off’rings, more abhorr’d
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
ANDROMACHE
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
And rob in the behalf of charity.
CASSANDRA
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Unarm, sweet Hector.
HECTOR
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.
HECTOR
How now, young man! Mean’st to fight today?
ANDROMACHE
Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
HECTOR
No, faith, young Troilus; doff harness, youth;
I am today i’ th’vein of chivalry.
Let grow sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm , go; and doubt not, brave boy,
I’ll stand today for and me and Troy.
TROILUS
Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.
HECTOR
What vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it.
TROILUS
When many times the captive Grecian falls,
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
You bid them rise and live.
HECTOR
O, fair play!
TROILUS
Fool’s play, by heaven, Hector.
HECTOR
How now? how now?
TROILUS
For th’ 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!
HECTOR
Fie, savage, fie!
TROILUS
Hector, then wars.
HECTOR
Troilus, I would not have you fight today.
TROILUS
Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o’er-galled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.
CASSANDRA
Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast;
He is crutch; now if lose stay,
on him leaning, and all Troy on ,
Fall all together.
PRIAM
Come, Hector, come, go back.
wife dreamt; mother had visions;
Cassandra foresee; and I myself
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
To tell that this day is ominous.
Therefore, come back.
HECTOR
Aeneas is a-field;
And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.
PRIAM
Ay, but not go.
HECTOR
I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
CASSANDRA
O Priam, yield not to him!
ANDROMACHE
Do not, dear father.
HECTOR
Andromache, I am offended with you.
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
TROILUS
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
CASSANDRA
O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look how diest. Look how eye turns pale.
Look how wounds do bleed at many vents.
Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out;
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth;
Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,
And all cry, ‘Hector! Hector’s dead! O Hector!’
TROILUS
Away, away!
CASSANDRA
Farewell! yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.
thyself and all our Troy deceive.
HECTOR
You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim.
Go in, and cheer the town; we’ll forth, and fight,
Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.
PRIAM
Farewell. The gods with safety stand about !
TROILUS
They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
PANDARUS
Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
TROILUS
What now?
PANDARUS
Here’s a letter come from yond poor girl.
TROILUS
Let me read.
PANDARUS
A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick, so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o’ these days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones that unless a man were curs’d I cannot tell what to think on’t. What says she there?
TROILUS
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
Th’effect operate another way.
TROILUS
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds,
But edifies another with her deeds.