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Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel : Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner executed your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [E.reunt.
Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho !
[Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us : if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt.
Another part of the Field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work dona; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield be
Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, 4 Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
4 Take not this advantage.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
[A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
[Sheaths his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Ereunt.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR,
DIOMEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts within.
Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit7 is--Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent To pray
Achilles see us at our tent.-If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
5 An arbitrator at athletick games.
7 Noise, rumour.
Another part of the Field.
Enter Æneas and Trojans. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Tro. Hector is slain.
Hector -The gods forbid !
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
Stay yet ;--You vile abominable tents,
of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.Strike a free march to Troy !_with comfort go: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side,
PANDARUS, Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy' and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye? with thy name!
[Exit TROILUŞ. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
9 Pitched, fixed.