Page 2904 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

HECTOR

You train me to offend you; get you gone.
By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go! [5]

ANDROMACHE
My dreams will sure prove ominous to the day.

HECTOR
No more, I say.

Enter Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
Where is my brother Hector?

ANDROMACHE

Here, sister; armed, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition;
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamed [10]
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.

CASSANDRA
O, ’tis true.

HECTOR
Ho! Bid my trumpet sound!

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

HECTOR
Be gone, I say; the gods have heard me swear. [15]

CASSANDRA
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted offerings, more abhorred