Troil. Answer me first, And then I’ll answer that,—­be sure I will,—­ Whose hand sealed this exchange?

Hect. My father’s first; Then all the council’s after.

Troil. Was yours there?

Hect. Mine was there too.

Troil. Then you’re no more my friend:  And for your sake,—­now mark me what I say,—­ She shall not go.

Hect. Go to; you are a boy.

Troil. A boy!  I’m glad I am not such a man,
Not such as thou, a traitor to thy brother;
Nay, more, thy friend:  But friend’s a sacred name,
Which none but brave and honest men should wear: 
In thee ’tis vile; ’tis prostitute; ’tis air;
And thus, I puff it from me.

Hect. Well, young man,
Since I’m no friend, (and, oh, that e’er I was,
To one so far unworthy!) bring her out;
Or, by our father’s soul, of which no part
Did e’er descend to thee, I’ll force her hence.

Troil. I laugh at thee.

Hect. Thou dar’st not.

Troil. I dare more,
If urged beyond my temper:  Prove my daring,
And see which of us has the larger share
Of our great father’s soul.

Hect. No more!—­thou know’st me.

Troil. I do; and know myself.

Hect. All this, ye gods! 
And for the daughter of a fugitive,
A traitor to his country!

Troil. ’Tis too much.

Hect. By heaven, too little; for I think her common.

Troil. How, common!

Hect. Common as the tainted shambles, Or as the dust we tread.

Troil. By heaven, as chaste as thy Andromache.
                           [HECTOR lays his hand on TROILUS’S arm,
                            TROILUS does the same to him.

Hect. What, namest thou them together!

Troil. No, I do not:  Fair Cressida is first; as chaste as she, But much more fair.

Hect. O, patience, patience, heaven! 
Thou tempt’st me strangely:  should I kill thee now,
I know not if the gods can he offended,
Or think I slew a brother:  But, begone! 
Begone, or I shall shake thee into atoms;
Thou know’st I can.

Troil. I care not if you could.

Hect. [walking off.]
I thank the gods, for calling to my mind
My promise, that no words of thine should urge me
Beyond the bounds of reason:  But in thee
’Twas brutal baseness, so forewarned, to fall
Beneath the name of man; to spurn my kindness;
And when I offered thee (thou know’st how loth!)
The wholesome bitter cup of friendly counsel,
To dash it in my face.  Farewell, farewell,
Ungrateful as thou art:  hereafter use
The name of brother; but of friend no more. [Going out.

Troil. Wilt thou not break yet, heart?—­stay, brother, stay;
I promised too, but I have broke my vow,
And you keep yours too well.