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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.
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.
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.
Hect. I am unarm'd : forego this vantage, Greek.
(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.
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 :
Agam. March patiently along.--Let one be sent
[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.
Hector ?- The gods forbid !
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so.
Exeunt Æneas and Trojan forces. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,
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;
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.”—
As many as be here of Pander's Hall,
but that my fear is this -
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.