Page 2908 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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CASSANDRA
O Priam, yield not to him!
ANDROMACHE
Do not, dear father.
HECTOR
Andromache, I am offended with you.
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Exit Andromache.
TROILUS
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
CASSANDRA
O, farewell, dear Hector! [80]
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 dolour forth!
Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement [85]
Like witless antics one another meet,
And all cry ‘Hector! Hector’s dead!’ − O Hector!
TROILUS
Away! Away!
CASSANDRA
Farewell − yes, soft: Hector, I take my leave.
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [90]
Exit.
HECTOR
You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim.
Go in, and cheer the town. We’ll forth, and fight,
Do deeds of praise, and tell you them at night.
