1    When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
2    To stop his ears against admonishment?
3    Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

4    You train me to offend you; get you in:
5    By all the everlasting gods, I'll go!

6    My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.

7    No more, I say.

8    Where is my brother Hector?

9    Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
10   Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
11   Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
12   Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
13   Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.

14   O, 'tis true.

15   Ho! bid my trumpet sound!

16   No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.

17   Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.

18   The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:
19   They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
20   Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

21   O, be persuaded! do not count it holy
22   To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,
23   For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
24   And rob in the behalf of charity.

25   It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
26   But vows to every purpose must not hold:
27   Unarm, sweet Hector.

28   Hold you still, I say;
29   Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
30   Lie every man holds dear; but the brave man
31   Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
Enter TROILUS
32   How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day?

33   Cassandra, call my father to persuade.

34   No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
35   I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
36   Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
37   And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
38   Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
39   I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.

40   Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
41   Which better fits a lion than a man.

42   What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.

43   When many times the captive Grecian falls,
44   Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
45   You bid them rise, and live.

46   O,'tis fair play.

47   Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

48   How now! how now!

49   For the love of all the gods,
50   Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers,
51   And when we have our armours buckled on,
52   The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords,
53   Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.

54   Fie, savage, fie!

55   Hector, then 'tis wars.

56   Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.

57   Who should withhold me?
58   Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
59   Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
60   Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
61   Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
62   Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
63   Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way,
64   But by my ruin.

65   Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
66   He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
67   Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
68   Fall all together.

69   Come, Hector, come, go back:
70   Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions;
71   Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
72   Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
73   To tell thee that this day is ominous:
74   Therefore, come back.

75   AEneas is a-field;
76   And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
77   Even in the faith of valour, to appear
78   This morning to them.

79   Ay, but thou shalt not go.

80   I must not break my faith.
81   You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
82   Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
83   To take that course by your consent and voice,
84   Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.

85   O Priam, yield not to him!

86   Do not, dear father.

87   Andromache, I am offended with you:
88   Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

89   This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
90   Makes all these bodements.

91   O, farewell, dear Hector!
92   Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale!
93   Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
94   Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
95   How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
96   Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement,
97   Like witless antics, one another meet,
98   And all cry, Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!

99   Away! away!

100  Farewell: yet, soft! Hector! take my leave:
101  Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.

102  You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim:
103  Go in and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight,
104  Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.

105  Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!

106  They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
107  I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

108  Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?

109  What now?

110  Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.

111  Let me read.

112  A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so
113  troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl;
114  and what one thing, what another, that I shall
115  leave you one o' these days: and I have a rheum
116  in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones
117  that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what
118  to think on't. What says she there?

119  Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart:
120  The effect doth operate another way.
Tearing the letter
121  Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
122  My love with words and errors still she feeds;
123  But edifies another with her deeds.