When was my lord so much ungently temper’d
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight today.
When did my lord become so harsh as to refuse to listen to warning? Take off your armor, take it off, and don't fight today.
When did you become so stubborn that you won't listen to me? Please, take off your armor and don't go out there today.
when'd you stop listening take off the armor don't fight today
You train me to offend you; get you in.
By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go.
You're teaching me to be disrespectful toward you. Go away. By all the everlasting gods, I will go.
You're making me lose my temper. Go back inside. I swear by all the gods, I'm going out there.
you're pissing me off i'm going & that's final
My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
My dreams will certainly prove to be bad omens for this day.
My dreams will definitely come true, and they're terrible.
my nightmares are gonna come true
No more, I say.
Enough, I say.
Stop. I'm done listening to this.
enough
Where is my brother Hector?
I need to find my brother Hector right away.
Where's Hector? Has anyone seen him?
where's hector?
Here, sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
Here, sister—he's armed and intent on bloodshed. Join me in a loud and heartfelt plea. Let's beg him on our knees. I have dreamed of bloody chaos, and this entire night has been nothing but images and visions of slaughter.
Here he is, sister—all armed up and ready to kill. Help me beg him, we'll get on our knees. I've been having nightmares all night about violence and death.
here he is help me beg him i've been dreaming of death all night
O, ’tis true!
Oh, it is true!
It's all true!
its true
Ho! bid my trumpet sound.
Come now! Have my trumpet sound.
Sound the trumpet!
blow it
No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother!
No signal for the charge, for heaven's sake, sweet brother!
Please don't sound the charge, brother, I'm begging you!
don't sound the charge please
Be gone, I say. The gods have heard me swear.
Go away, I say. The gods have heard my oath.
Go. I've made an oath to the gods and I can't break it.
go i swore an oath
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted off’rings, more abhorr’d
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
The gods are deaf to angry and irritable oaths. They are disgusted by them, more than they are by diseased animals in sacrifices.
The gods don't listen to angry oaths like yours. They're disgusted by them, more disgusted than by a diseased animal in a sacrifice.
gods don't listen to angry oaths they think it's disgusting
O, be persuaded! Do not count it holy
To hurt by being just. It is as lawful,
For we would give much, to use violent thefts
And rob in the behalf of charity.
Oh, be convinced! Don't consider it virtuous to harm others in the name of justice. It would be just as wrong for us, despite our good intentions, to use violent theft and robbery in the name of charity.
Listen to me! Don't think it's okay to hurt people just because you think it's right. That's like saying it's fine to steal and rob as long as you're doing it for a good cause.
don't think hurting people is holy that's like robbing for charity it's still wrong
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Unarm, sweet Hector.
It is the purpose that makes an oath binding, but vows can't apply in every circumstance. Take off your armor, sweet Hector.
Yes, a good purpose makes an oath sacred, but you can't keep every oath no matter what. Please, take off your armor.
good intentions make oaths strong but not every oath works everywhere take off your armor
Hold you still, I say.
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious dear than life.
Stay put, I say. My honor guides the course of my fate. Every man holds life dear, but the truly honorable man holds honor far more precious than life.
Stop arguing. My honor determines what happens to me. Yes, men love life, but an honorable man loves his honor more than his own life.
my honor guides my fate life matters but honor matters more
How now, young man! Mean’st thou to fight today?
How now, young man! Do you mean to fight today?
So, young man—you planning to fight today?
you gonna fight today?
Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
Cassandra, call my father to try to persuade him.
Cassandra, go get father. Maybe he can convince him.
cassandra get dad maybe he can convince him
No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
I am today i’ th’vein of chivalry.
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I’ll stand today for thee and me and Troy.
No, Troilus. Take off your armor, young man. I am feeling particularly chivalrous today. Let your muscles grow until they're strong, and don't yet risk the dangers of war. Take off your armor and go. Don't worry, brave boy—I will fight today for you and for me and for Troy.
No, Troilus, take that armor off, kid. I'm feeling brave today. Wait until you're stronger before you risk your life in battle. Go on, take it off. Don't worry—I'll fight for all of us today.
no troilus get that armor off i got this today wait til you're stronger i'll fight for all of us
Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.
Brother, you have a flaw of excessive mercy that suits a lion better than it suits a man.
Brother, your problem is you're too merciful. That's more like a lion than like a warrior.
you're too merciful that's not how you fight
What vice is that? Good Troilus, chide me for it.
What flaw is that? Come on, Troilus, criticize me for it.
What do you mean? Go ahead, tell me what my flaw is.
what flaw? tell me
When many times the captive Grecian falls,
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
You bid them rise and live.
Many times when a captured Greek falls, even at the edge of your blade's sweep, you tell them to rise and live.
You keep letting Greek prisoners stand back up and leave when you could kill them right there.
you let captured greeks go when you could kill them
O, ’tis fair play!
Oh, that's the honorable way to fight!
That's how you fight with honor!
that's fighting right
Fool’s play, by heaven, Hector.
That's foolish play, by heaven, Hector.
That's stupid, Hector. By heaven, you're being a fool.
that's dumb hector
How now? how now?
What? What did you say?
What? What are you talking about?
what?
For th’ love of all the gods,
Let’s leave the hermit Pity with our mother;
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords,
Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth!
For the love of all the gods, let's leave mercy behind with our mother. And when we have our armor buckled on, let poisoned vengeance ride upon our swords, drive them to brutal work and restrain them from mercy!
By all the gods, let's leave mercy at home with our mother. Once we're armed up, poison and vengeance should guide our swords. Make them do cruel things and never hold back.
forget mercy let vengeance guide our swords no holding back
Fie, savage, fie!
Shame on you, savage! Shame!
That's horrible, you savage!
wow savage wow
Hector, then ’tis wars.
Hector, then this is what war is.
This is what war actually is, Hector.
that's war
Troilus, I would not have you fight today.
Troilus, I don't want you to fight today.
Troilus, I don't want you out there today.
don't fight today
Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o’er-galled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.
Who could stop me? Not fate, not obedience, not Mars beckoning me to retreat with his flaming staff. Not Priam and Hecuba on their knees with eyes worn from tears. Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn against me to stop me. Nothing could stop my path except my own death.
Nothing can stop me. Not destiny, not duty, not the god of war himself. Not even our parents on their knees crying. Not even you, brother, with your sword drawn against me. The only thing that stops me is death.
nothing stops me not fate not gods not even you only death stops me
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.
Grab him, Priam, hold him tight. He is your support. If you lose your strength, Troy is leaning on you and will fall with you.
Father, grab him and don't let go! He's your only support. If you lose him, you lose your strength, and Troy loses everything.
grab him dad he's all you got if you lose him troy falls
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.
Come, Hector, come back. Your wife has had a prophetic dream. Your mother has had visions. Cassandra foresees disaster. And I myself feel like a prophet suddenly possessed to tell you this day is doomed. Therefore, come back.
Hector, please come back. Your wife had a bad dream. Your mother had visions. Cassandra sees the future. I even feel like I'm prophesying—this day is cursed. Please, don't go.
come back your wife dreamed it your mom saw it this day is cursed
Aeneas is a-field;
And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.
Aeneas is already in the field. I have a commitment to many Greeks on my honor as a warrior to meet them this morning.
Aeneas is already out there. I promised the Greeks I'd fight them today—it's a matter of honor.
aeneas is out there i promised the greeks i'd show up
Ay, but thou shalt not go.
But I'm telling you that you will not go.
But I'm forbidding you from going.
no you're not going
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.
I must not break my oath. You know I'm dutiful, so please, dear father, don't make me shame that respect. Give me your blessing to take the course you're forbidding me from right now, royal Priam.
I can't break my word. You know I'm loyal to you, so please don't make me lose your respect. Just give me your permission to do this, father—bless me as I go.
i can't break my oath you know i'm loyal just give me your blessing
O Priam, yield not to him!
Oh Priam, don't give in to him!
Father, don't let him go!
hold him back stay strong
Do not, dear father.
Don't let him go, dear father.
Please don't, father.
please don't
Andromache, I am offended with you.
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Andromache, you have offended me. Out of your love for me, go inside.
Andromache, I'm upset with you. If you love me, go back inside.
you're making me mad if you love me go inside
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl is making all these predictions.
This silly superstitious girl is making up all these bad omens.
she's just being superstitious
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!’
Oh, farewell, dear Hector! Look how you die. Look how your eyes grow pale. Look how your wounds bleed in many places. Listen to Troy's roar, how your mother cries out, how poor Andromache shrieks her grief. Behold confusion, madness, and astonishment, like senseless fools crashing into each other, and all crying 'Hector! Hector is dead! Oh Hector!'
Oh Hector, goodbye. I can see you dying—your eyes going pale, blood pouring from wounds everywhere. Troy is screaming, your mother is crying, Andromache is shrieking in agony. Everyone is going crazy with grief, all screaming 'Hector's dead!'
i see you dying your face going pale blood everywhere troy mourning everyone screaming 'hector's dead'
Away, away!
Get out, get out!
Stop it. Just go.
get outta here
Farewell! yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
Farewell! Yet wait—Hector, I take my leave. You are deceiving yourself and all of Troy.
Goodbye! But Hector—you're lying to yourself and dooming all of Troy.
you're lying to yourself and dooming troy
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.
You are shocked, my king, by her outcry. Go back inside and encourage the city. We will go out and fight, do deeds worthy of praise, and tell them to you tonight.
Don't be alarmed by her screaming, father. Go back inside and keep the city calm. We'll go fight and come back with heroic stories.
don't worry about her go calm the city we'll fight & come back victorious
Farewell. The gods with safety stand about thee!
Farewell. May the gods stand about you for your protection!
Goodbye. I pray the gods keep you safe.
goodbye may the gods protect you
They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
Listen, they're fighting! Diomed, know this: I have come to either lose my arm or take your prize—the sleeve.
Listen! The battle's starting! Diomed, I'm here to either die trying or take that sleeve from you.
battle's on diomed you're going down i'm taking that sleeve
Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
Do you hear me, my lord? Are you listening?
Hey, are you listening to me?
you listening?
What now?
What is it?
What's going on?
what
Here’s a letter come from yond poor girl.
A letter has come from that poor girl over there.
There's a letter from that poor girl.
letter from cressida
Let me read.
Let me read it.
Let me see it.
lemme read
A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick, so troubles me, and the
foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing, what another, that I
shall leave you one o’ these days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too,
and such an ache in my bones that unless a man were curs’d I cannot
tell what to think on’t. What says she there?
This damned cough troubles me, and this girl's wretched fortune, and one thing after another troubles me so I'll die of it someday. My eyes are watering and my bones ache so that unless a man were cursed, I can't imagine what to make of it all. What does she say in that letter?
This stupid cough is killing me, and this poor girl's bad luck, and everything else that's going wrong. My eyes are always wet and my bones hurt so much I don't know what to do. What did she write?
this cough is killing me everything's going wrong what's the letter say?
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
Th’effect doth operate another way.
Words, words, mere words with no feeling behind them. Her true feelings operate in a different way entirely—through her actions.
It's just words. She doesn't mean them. What she actually does is what counts, and that's the opposite.
just words her actions say different
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds,
But edifies another with her deeds.
Go, carry these words away; there they turn and change together. My love she still feeds with words and broken promises, but builds up another man with her real actions.
Go, take these words away. Words just keep shifting and changing. She keeps feeding my love with empty words and false promises, but with what she actually does, she's building up someone else.
words turn to wind she feeds me words & lies but her actions build up him
The Reckoning
The machinery of fate grinds forward. Every woman in Troy warns Hector not to fight — his wife, his sister, his intuition — and he agrees. Then his younger brother shames him with a single appeal to honor, and Hector walks to his death. It's not destiny, it's pride and peer pressure.
If this happened today…
A man's family begs him not to take a dangerous job. He decides to stay home. His younger brother calls him a coward on social media. By evening, he's applied for the job. By week's end, he's dead.