[_Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses._ _Ther._ Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the 190 parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery! still wars and lechery! nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [_Exit._ SCENE III. _Troy. Before Priam's palace._[2274] _Enter_ HECTOR _and_ ANDROMACHE. _And._ When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. _Hect._ You train me to offend you; get you in:[2275] By all the everlasting gods, I'll go![2276] 5 _And._ My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.[2277] _Hect._ No more, I say. _Enter_ CASSANDRA. _Cas._ Where is my brother Hector? _And._ Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent. Consort with me in loud and dear petition;[2278] Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd 10 Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.[2279] _Cas._ O, 'tis true. _Hect._ Ho! bid my trumpet sound! _Cas._ No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.[2280] _Hect._ Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. 15 _Cas._ The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows: They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. _And._ O, be persuaded! do not count it holy[2281][2282][2283] To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,[2281][2283][2284][2285][2286] 20 For we would give much, to use violent thefts[2281][2283][2284][2286] And rob in the behalf of charity.[2283][2284] _Cas._ It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;[2287] But vows to every purpose must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector.[2288] _Hect._ Hold you still, I say; 25 Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:[2289] Life every man holds dear; but the dear man[2290] Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.[2291] _Enter_ TROILUS. How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day?[2292] _And._ Cassandra, call my father to persuade. 30 [_Exit Cassandra._ _Hect._ No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth: I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry: Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,[2293] And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.[2294] Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, 35 I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.