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Enter one in goodly Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek: thou art a goodly

mark.No! wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well; I'll frush' it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it.-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. (Exeunt.

SCENE VII.--The Same.

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 execute your aimsa. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-The Same. Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting : then, THERSITES.

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. What art thou ?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

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. SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Field.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
1 Break to pieces. . arm : in folio.

Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath : Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!

[Puts off his Helmet, and lays down his Sword,

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Even with the vaill and darking of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect. I am unarm'd : forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike ! this is the man I seek.

(Hector is slain. So, Ilion, fall thou next !? now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain,

[A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord,

Achil. The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth, And, stickler4 like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

(Sheathes his Sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

SCENE X.-The Same.

MEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within.
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that ?

Peace, drums! (Voices within.]

Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

Dio. The bruit is, Hector 's slain, and by Achilles.

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be :
Great Hector was a man as good 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.

[Exeunt, marching. 1 Lowering. Not in folio. 3 retreat : in folio. One who stands by in a contest, to part the combatants when yictory could be determined without bloodshed. He carried a stick for this purpose. 5 bed : in folio.

SCENE XI.--Another Part of the Field.

Enter Æneas and Trojan Forces.
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 !
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort dragg'd through the shameful field.-
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed !
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy !
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on !

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
But dare all imminence, that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call’d,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector 's dead :
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold' statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet.—You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you !-And, thou great-siz'd

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates :
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Exeunt Æneas and Trojan forces. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,

Pan. But hear you, hear you !
Tro. Hence, brothel-lackey! ! ignomy and shame

1 Cool : in folio. 2 Pitch'd. 3 broker, lackey: in f. e.

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly medicine for mine aching bones ! (Left alone, let him say this by way of Epilogue.'] O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. 0, 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,

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting;
And being once subdued in armed tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.”—
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.3

As many as be here of Pander's Hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones,
Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be made :
It should be now,

but that my fear is this -
Some galled goose of Winchestert would hiss.
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases i
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.

1 This direction is not in f. e. 2 desired : in folio. 3 Used like tapestry, to cover the walls of rooms. They often had “ wise saws" inscribed upon them. 4 The neighborhood of the Bishop of Winchester's palace was in bad repute.

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