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Life every Man holds dear, but the dear Man
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,
Het. O, 'tis fair play.
Troi. For th' love of all the Gods,
Hect. Fie, Savage, fie.
Troi. Who should with-hold me?
• Enter Priam and Caffandra. Caf. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
Priam. Come, Hetor,, come, go back:
Heft. Aneas is a-field,
Priam. Ay, but thou shalt not go.
Hect. I must not break my Faith:
Caf: Ò, Priam, yield nat to him.
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you :
Caf. O farewel, dear He&tor :
ow to use
Caf. Farewel: Yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave; Thou do'st thy felf, and all our Troy, deceive. [Exit,
He&t. You are amaz’d, my Liege, at her Exclaim;
Pand. A whorson Prisick, a whorlon rascally Prisick, fo 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 Bonęs, 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
way. (Tearing the Letter.
Pand. Why, but hear you .
Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame Pursue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name.
[Excunt. SCENE IV. The Field between Troy and
Alarum. Enter Therfites, Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on: That dissembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has
got har fime scurvy, doating, foolish young Knave's Sleeve of Troy, there in his Helm: I would fain see them meet, that, that same young Trojan Afs, that loves the Whore there, might send that Greekish Whore-masterly Vilaing with the Skeve, back to the diffembling luxurious
Drab, of a sleeveless Errant. O'th' t'other side, the Policy - of those crafty fearing Rascals, that ftale old Mouse-eaten dry Cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox Ulysses is not prov'd worth a Blackberry. They set me up in Policy that mungril Cur Ajax, against that Dog of as bad a kind, Achilles. And now is the Cur Ajax prouder than the Cur A
. chilles, and will not arm to Day. Whereupon the Grecians began to proclaim - Barbarism, and Policy grows into an ill Opinion.
Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes Slcëve, and t’other.
Troi. Fly not ; for Mould'It thou take the River Styx, i would swim after.
Dio. Thou dost miscall Retire:
[They go off fighting Ther. Hold thy Whore, Grecian: Now for thy Whore, Trojon: Now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve.
Enter Heator. He&t. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match Art thou of Blood and Honour
Ther. No, no: I am a Rascal; a scurvy railing Knave; a very filthy Rogue. Hect. 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 be come of the wenching Roguess I think, they have swallowed one another. I would laugh at ihat Miracle - yet in a sort, Letchery ears it felf: I'll seek them. [Exit.
Enter Diomede and Servant.
Hath Dorens Prisoner,
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes; i Dexterity fo obeying Appetite,
That what he will, he does, and does so much,