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!