_Caſ_. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast;
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.
_Pri_. Come, Hector, come, go back.
Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had visions;
Caſſandra doth foresee; and I myself
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
To tell thee that this day is ominous.
Therefore, come back.
_Hect_. Æneas is a-field;
And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.
_Pri_. Ay, but thou shalt not go.
_Hect_. 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.
_Caſ_. O Priam, yield not to him!
_And_. Do not, dear father.
_Hect_. Andromache, I am offended with you.
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Exit Andromache
_Troy_. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
_Caſ_. O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look how thou diest. Look how thy eye turns pale.
Look how thy 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!
_Troy_. Away, away!
_Caſ_. Farewell!-yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
Exit
_Hect_. 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.
_Pri_. Farewell. The gods with safety stand about thee!
Exeunt severally Priam and Hector.
Alarums
_Troy_. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.