Enter one in goodly Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek: thou art a goodly mark. No! wilt thou not ?—I like thy armour well; But I'll be master of it.-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? 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 aims2. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.It is decreed-Hector the great must die. SCENE VIII.-The Same. [Exeunt. Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then, THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! has the game :-'ware horns, ho! now, my The bull [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON. 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. Enter HECTOR. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. 1 Break to pieces. 2 arm: in folio. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Hect. I am unarm'd: forego this vantage, Greek. [A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retire3 upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler like, the armies separates. 5 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. SCENE X.-The Same. [Exeunt. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIO- Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Voices within.] Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Peace, drums! 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. 1 Lowering. Not in folio. by in a contest, to part the determined without bloodshed. 5 bed in folio. [Exeunt, marching. 3 retreat in folio. One who stands combatants when victory could be He carried a stick for this purpose. SCENE XI.—Another Part of the Field. Enter ENEAS and Trojan Forces. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field. Never go home here starve we out the night. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector? The gods forbid ! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. 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 coward, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, [Exeunt ENEAS and Trojan forces. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS. 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.1] 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, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail." Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.3 Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; [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. |