Achilles not whilst Illium Hath one stone rear'd vpon anothers backe To ouer-looke these wals or these high wals To ouer-peere the plaine Troi. Contrary Elements The warring meteors Hell and Elizium Are not so much oppos'd as Troy and Greece For Hector Hectors death Par. A most sad Funerall Will his in Troy be where shall scarse an eye Of twice two hundred thousand be found drye These obets once past o're which we desire Those eyes that now shed water shall speake fire Aene. Now found retreate Pri. Wee backe to Troy returne Where euery soule in funeral black shall mourne Exit Par. Hector is dead and yet my brother Troilus A second terrour to the Greekes still liues In him there 's hope since all his Mermidons Hauing felt his fury flye euen at his name But must the proud Achilles still insult And tryumph in the glory of base deedes No Hector hee destroy'd by treachery And hee must dye by craft But Priams temper Will nere bee brought to any base reuenge A woman is most subiect vnto spleene And I will vse the braine of Hecuba This bloody sonne of Thetis doth still doate Vpon the beauty of Polexina And that 's the base we now must build vpon My mother hath by secret letters wrought him Once more to abandon both the field and armes The plot is cast which if it well succeeds He that 's of blood insatiate must next bleed Exit Achilles discouered in his Tent about him his bleeding Mermidons himselfe wounded and with him Vllisses Vlis. Why will not great Achilles don his Armes And rowse his bleeding Mirmidons shall Troilus March backe to Troy with armour sword and lance All dyde in Grecian blood shall aged Priam Boast in faire Illium that the sonne of Thetis Whose warlike speare pierc't mighty Hectors brest Lies like a coward slumbring in his Tent Because hee feares young Troilus Achi. Pardon mee Vlisses here 's a Briefe from Hecuba Wherein shee vowes if I but kill one Troian I neuer shall inioy Polixena Ulis. But thinks Achilles if the Greekes be slaine And forc't perforce to march away from Troy That hee shall then inioy Polixena No 't is King Priams subtilty whilst thou Sleep'st in thy Tent Troilus through all our Troups Makes Lanes of slaughtered bodies and will tosse His Balls of wild-fire as great Hector did O're all our nauall forces But did this Prince Lye breathlesse bleeding at Achilles feet Dispairing Priam would to make his peace Make humbly tender of Polixena And be much proud to call Achilles sonne Achi. Were Troilus slaine Vlis. Who else deales wounds so thicke and fast as hee They call him Hectors ghost he glides so quicke Through our Battalions If hee beate vs hence And wee bee then compel'd to sue to them It will be answer'd that great Hectors deaths-man Shall neuer wedd his sister Hectors sonne Will neuer kneele to him by whose strong hand His father fell but were young Troilus slaine And Priams sonnes sent wounded from the field Troy then would stoope and send Polixena Euen to Achilles Tent Achi. My sword and armour Arise my bleeding ministers of death I 'le feast you with an Ocean of blood-royall Vlysses ere this Sunne fall from the skies By this right hand the warlike Troilus dyes Alarum Enter Troilus and Thersites Ther. Hold if thou bee'st a man Troi. Stand if thou bee'st a souldier do not shrinke Ther. Art not thou Troilus yong and lusty Troilus Troi. I am what then Ther. And I Thersites lame and impotent What honour canst thou get by killing mee I cannot fight Troi. What mak'st thou in the field then Ther. I came to laugh at mad-men thou art one The Troians are all mad so are the Greeks To kill so many thousands for one drabbe For Hellen a light thing doe thou turne wise And kill no more I since these warres began Shed not one drop of blood Troi. But proud Achilles Slew my bold brother and you Grecians all Shall perish for the noble Hectors fall Ther. Hold the Pox take thee hold whilst I haue breath I am bound to curse thy fingers Enter Achilles with his Mirmidons after Troilus hath beaten Thersites Achil. I might haue slaine young Troilus when his sword Late sparkled fire out of the Spartans helme But that had stild my fame but I will trace him Through the whole Army when I meete the Troian Breathlesse and faint I 'le thunder on his crest Some valour but aduantage likes mee best Enter Troilus Troi. Let Cowards fight with Cowards and both feare The base Thersites is no match for mee Oppose mee to the proudest hee in field Most eminent in Armes and best approu'd To make the thirsty after blood to bleed And that 's the proud Achilles Achi. Who names vs Troi. Fate thou hast now before me set the man Whom I most sought to thee whom I will offer To appease Hectors ghost a sacrifice You widdowed Matrons who now mourne in teares And all you watry eyes surcease to weepe Fathers that in this warre haue lost your sonnes And sonnes your fathers by Achilles hand No more lament vpon their funerall Armes But from this day reioyce posterity From age to age this to succession tell Hee falls by Troilus by whom Hector fell Achi. Hectors sad fate betyde him souldiers on Both brothers shew like mercy thy vaine sound That boasted lyes now leuel'd with the ground Troilus is slaine by him and the Mirmidons Enter Thersites Ther. Achilles Achi. What 's hee Thersites Ther. Thou art a coward Achi. Haue I not sau'd thy life and slaine proud Troilus By whom the Greekes lye pilde in breathlesse heapes Ther. Yes when he was out of breath so thou slewest Hector Girt with thy Mirmidons Achi. Dogged Thersites I 'le cleaue thee to thy Nauell if thou op'st Thy venemous Iawes Ther. Doe doe good Dog-killer Achi. You slaue Ther. I am out of breath now too else bug-bate Greeke Thou durst not to haue touch't mee Achilles beates him off retreate sounded Enter Agamemnon Aiax Vlysses c. all the other but Paris Agam. To whom dost thou addresse thine Embasie Par. To Achilles Aga. And not the Generall It concernes our place To heare King Priams embasie Pa. Let mee haue passage to Achilles Tent There Agamemnon if you please may heare What Priam sends to your great Champion Aga. Let it bee so Aiax The Generall wrongs that honour Wee Princes in our loue conferre on him Had I th' imperiall mandat in my mouth I would not loose one jot of my command For all the proud Achilles's on earth Take him at best hee 's but a fellow peere And should lift his head aboue the Clouds I hold my selfe his equall Enter Achilles from his Tent Achi. Vntuterd Aiax Aia. Who spake that word Achi. 'T was I Achilles let the sonne of Priam Bee priuat with vs Aga. It belongs to vs To bee partakers of his Embasie Achi. Dismisse then our Inferiours you Ulisses Are welcome Menelaus Diomed Let Aiax
other Cressids truth The feather shall downe weigh it Diomed Wilt thou beleeue me if I win not Cressid To be my sweete heart yet haue no such face No such proportion to bewitch a Lady I neuer practis'd court-ship but am blunt Nor can I file my tongue yet if I winne not The most chast woman I will cut it out Shall I make proofe with her Enter Cressida Dio. There shee comes Affront her Synon I le with-draw vnseene Syn. A gallant Lady who but such a villaine As Synon would betray her but my vowe Is past for she 's a Troian Cressida You are well incountred whether away sweet Lady Cres. To meete with Kingly Diomed and with kisses Conduct him to his Tent Syn. T is kindly done You loue King Diomed then Cres. As mine owne life Syn. What seest thou in him that is worth thy loue Cres. He 's of a faire and comely personage Syn. Personage ha ha I prithee looke on me and view me well And thou wilt find some difference Cres. True more oddes Twixt him and thee then betwixt Mercury And limping Vulcan Syn. Yetas fayre a blowse As you sweete Lady wedded with that Smith And bedded too a blacke complexion Is alwayes precious in a womans eye Leaue Diomed and loue me Cressida Cres. Thee Syn. Mee Cres. Deformity forbeare I will to Diomed Make knowne thine insolence Syn. I care not for I not desire to liue If not belou'd of Cressid tell the King If hee stood by I would not spare a word For thine owne part rare goddesse I adore thee And owe thee diuine reuerence Diomed Indeed 's Aetolians King and hath a Queene Cres. A Queene Syn. A Queene that shal hereafter question thee Or canst thou thinke hee loues thee really Beeing a Troian but for present vse Can Greekes loue Troians are they not all sworne To do them outrage Cres. How canst thou then loue me Syn. I am a pollitician oathes with me Are but the tooles I worke with I may breake An oath by my profession Heare me further Think'st thou King Diomed forgets thy breach Of loue with Troylus Ey or that he hopes Thou canst be constant to a second friend That wast so false vnto thy first belou'd Cres. Synon thou art deceiu'd 'thou knowst I neuer Had left Prince Troylus but by the command Of my old father Calchas Syn. Then loue Diomed Yes do so still but Cressid marke the end If euer hee transport thee to Aetolia His Queene wil bid thee welcome with a vengance Hast thou more eyes then these she 'le fal to work For such an other Vixen thou nere knewest Come Cressida bee wise Cres. What shall I doe Syn. Loue me loue Synon Cres. Synon loues not mee Syn. I le sweare I do Cres. I heard thee say that thou wouldst breake thine oath Syn. Then I le not sweare because I will not breake it But yet I loue thee Cressida loue mee I le leaue the warres vnfinisht Troy vnsackt And to my natiue Country beare thee hence Nay wench I le do 't come kisse me Cressida Cres. Well you may vse your pleasure But good Synon keep this from Diomed Enter King Diomed. Dio. Oh periured strumpet Is this thy faith now Synon I le beleeue There is no truth in women Cres. Am I betrayed oh thou base vgly villaine I le pull thine eyes out Syn. Ha ha King Diomed Did I not tell thee what thy sweet heart was Cres. Thou art a Traytor to all woman kinde Syn. I am and nought more grieues me then to Thinke a woman was my mother Cres. A villaine Syn. Right Cres. A Diuell Syn. Little better Dio. Go get you backe to Troy away begon You shall no more be my Companion Syn. And now faire Trojan Weather-hen adew And when thou next louest thinke to be more true Exit Cres. Oh all you powers aboue looke downe and see How I am punisht for my periury Alarum Enter Penthesilea with her Amazonians Penth. Stay what sad Lady 's this whence are you woman Of Troy or Greece Cres. I was of Troy till loue drew me from thence But since haue soiourn'd in the Tents of Greece With Diomed King of Etolin Oh had I neuer knowne him Pent. Would you trust You honour amongst strangers but sweete Lady Discourse your wrongs Cres. I was betray'd It shames mee to relate the circumstance By a false Greeke one that doth hate our sexe One Synon if you meete him in the battaile I with my teares intreate you be reueng'd Pent. How might wee know him Cres. His visage swart and earthy ore his shoulder Hangs lockes of hayre blacke as the Rauens plumes His eyes downe looking you shall hardly see One in whose shape appeares more treachery Pent. We loose much time Lady hast you to Troy And if we meete a fellow in the battaile Of your description by our honor'd names We 'le haue his blood to recompence our shames Alarum Enter Thersites Amaz. By her description this should be the man Ther. Compast with smockes and long coates Now you whoores Pent. Is thy name Synon Ther. No but I know Synon Hee is my friend and brother Ama. For Synons sake prepare thy selfe for slaughter Enter Synon Syn. He who names Synon Ther. Brother thou nere couldst come in better time See see how I am rounded Pent. Were euer such a payre of Diuels seene They are so like they needes must bee allied Syn. What can their Dammes say to vs Pent. You betray Ladies enuy all our sexe And that you now shall pay for girt him round Syn. I recant nothing 〈◊〉 me sweete fac'd brother And now you witches varlets drabes and queanes We 'le cut you all to fragments Alarum Synon and Thersites beaten off by the Amazons Pyrhus enters fights with Penthesilea after this a retreate sounded then enters Menelaus Agamemnon Vlisses Diomed. Aga. The Troians sound retreate Vliss. Who saw young Pyrhus Mene. I feare his too much rage hath spur'd him on Too farre amongst the Amazonian troopes Enter Synon and Thersites Syn. Why stand you idle here and let the Troians Lead warlike Pyrhus prisoner to the Towne Agam. How Pyrhus prisoner Ther. Wee saw him compast by the Amazous Penthesilea with her bustain troopes Layd load vpon his Helme Ulis. Then this retreate Vpon the suddaine argues that they lead him Captiue to Troy Enter Pyrhus Pyr. Courage braue Princes I haue got a prise Worthy the purchase on my Launces poynt Sits pearcht the Amazonians lopt off head Vpon my warlike sword her bleeding arme At sight of which the Troians sound retreate The honour of this day belongs to vs Omnes To none but Neoptolemus Pyr. Synon you play'd the coward so Thersites Ther. If not so I had not liu'd to see Troyes ouerthrow Syn. When didst thou euer see a villaine valiant What 's past remember not but what 's to come Priam hath shut his Gates and will no more Meete him in armes can you with all your valour Glide through the wals
Cli. There 's no feare Orestes once remoou'd and that 's my charge Either by sword or poyson Egi. See faire Queene Reade what your brother writes by this we are Eternis'd in our happinesse and our liues Rooted in sweete security The Queene reades Cli. Wee not suspect you in our brothers death A deede too base for any Noble brest Therefore in this necessity of state And knowing in this forced vacancy So great a kingdome cannot want a guide The soueraignty we thought good to conferre On Clitemnestra or what substitute Shee in her best discretion shall thinke fit The vnited Kings of Greece haue thus decreed Your brother Menelaus Egist. We are happied euer Cli. A ioy ratified And subiect to no change Egist. Call in the messengers Orestes and Electra once remoou'd Wee haue no riuall no competitor Therefore no iealousie at all Cli. None none The gods haue with these Kings of Greece agreed In his supplanting and instating thee Thee my most deare Egistus Orestes and Pyllades disguised are conducted in Egist. You the men Ore Those whom the Spartan King made speciall choice of To trust this great affaire with Egist. And y' are welcome But are you men of action such I meane As haue beene Souldiers bred whose eyes inur'd To slaughter and combustions at the like Would not change face or tremble Pil. They that to see Legges armes and heads strowed on Scamander Plaine Kings by the common souldiers stew'd in goare And three parts hid with their imboweld Steedes Shadowing their mangled bodies from the Sunne As if aboue the earth to bury them They that to see an Asian Potentate Kil'd at the holy Altar his owne blood Mixt with his sonnes and daughters Towers demolisht Crushing whole thousands of each sexe and age Beneath their ruines and these horrid sights Lighted by scathe fires they that haue beheld These and more dreadfull obiects can their eyes Moue at a private slaughter Cli. Y' are for vs Will you for hire for fauour or aduancement Now warres are done to be made great in Court And vndertake that one man easily spar'd Amongst so many millions now suruiuing That such a creature no way necessary But a meere burden to the world wee liue in Hee might no longer liue Ore But name the man And as I loue Egistus honour you And al that glory in such noble deeds Be what hee will hee 's lost Egist. Orestes then Ore Is there none then the world so well may spare As young Orestes Hee to doe 't Hee kils Egistus first discouering himselfe Egist. Vaine world farewell My hopes withall no building long hath stood Whose sleight foundation hath bin layd in blood Cli. I 'le dye vpon his bosome Ore Secure the Fort my deare friend Pillades And to your vtmost pacifie the guard Tell them we are Orestes and their Prince And what wee did was to reuenge the death Of their dead Lord and Soueraigne Pil. Sir I 'le doe 't Exit Cli. Oh mee that thinking to haue catcht at Heauen Am plung'd into an hell of misery Egistus dead what comfort can I haue One foote Inthron'd the tother in the graue Ore Can you finde teares for such an abiect Groome That had not for an husband one to shed Oh monstrous monstrous woman is this carrion Is this dead Dog Dog said I nay what 's worse Worthy the sigh or mourning of a Queene When a King lies vnpittied Cli. Thou a sonne Ore The name I am asham'd of oh Agamemnon How sacred is thy name and memory Whose acts shall fill all forraigne Chronicles With admiration and most happy hee That can with greatest Art but booke thy deeds Yet whilst this rottennesse this gangreen'd flesh Whose carkas is as odious as his name Shall stinking lie able to breede a Pest Hee with a Princesse teares to be imbalm'd And a King lie neglected Cli. Bastard Ore If I be Damn'd be the whore my Mother I I am sure Nor my dead father had no hand in it Cli. Oh that I could but lengthen out my yeares Onely to spend in curses Ore Vpon whom Cli. On whom but thee for my Egistus death Ore And I could wish my selfe a Nesturs age To curse both him and thee for my dead father Cli. Doest thou accuse mee for thy fathers death Ore Indeede 't would ill become me being a sonne But were I sure it were so then I durst Nay more then that reuenge it Cli. Vpon mee Ore Were all the mothers of the earth in one All Empresses and Queenes cast in one mould And I vnto that one a onely sonne My sword should rauish that incestuous breast Of nature and of state Cli. I am as innocent of that blacke deede As was this guiltlesse Gentleman here dead Orest. Oh all you powers of Heauen I inuocate And if you will not heare me let Hell do 't Giue me some signe from eyther feinds or angell I call you both as testates Enter the Ghost of Agamemnon poynting vnto his wounds and then to Egistus and the Queene who were his murderers which done hee vanisheth Godlike shape Haue you my father left the Elizium fieldes Where all the ancient Heroes line in blisse To bring your selfe that sacred testimony To crowne my approbation Lady see Cli. See what thy former murder makes thee mad Orest. Rest Ghost in peace I now am satisfied And neede no further witnesse saw you nothing Cli. What should I see saue this sad spectacle Which blood-shootes both mine eyes Orest. And nothing else Cli. Nothing Orest. Mine eyes are clearer sighted then and see Into thy bosome Murdresse Cli. How Orest. Incestuous strumpet whose adulteries When Treason could not hide thou thoughts to couer With most inhumane murder Cli. Meaning vs Orest. Then monster thou didst first instruct mine hand How to write blood when being a Wife and Queene Thou kildst a King and husband and hast taught Mee being a sonne how to destroy a mother He wounds her Cli. Oh most vnnaturall Orest. That I learnt of thee Cli. Vnheard of cruelty but heauens are iust And all remarkeable sinnes punish with marke One mischiefe still another doth beget Adultery murder I am lost vndone Shee dyes Orest. Being no wife Orestes is no sonne Enter Cethus and Pillades with the guard Pil. The guard all stand for you acknowledging Orestes Prince and King Orest. I now am neither Ceth. What obiect 's this Queene Clitemnestra slaine Pil. I hope no sonnes hand in 't Orest. Orestes did it The other title 's lost Ceth. All my plots take Beyond my apprehension Pil. This is an age Of nothing but portents and prodigies Orest. The fathers hand as deepe was in her death As was the sonnes hee pointed and I strooke Was hee not then as vnkind to a Wife As I was to a Mother Pil. Oh my friend What haue you done Orest. There is a Plasma or deepe pit Iust in the Center fixt for Parricides I 'l keepe my Court there and Erinnis shee In stead of Hebe shall