Enter Achilles.

Achil. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-' queller, fhew thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Exit.

SCENE VI.

Another Part of the Field.
Re-enter Ajax.

Hax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head!

Enter Diomed.

Dio. Troilus, I fay! where's Troilus ?

Ajax. What wouldst thou?

Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I fay! what, Troilus!

Enter Troilus.

Troi. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And

pay

my
the life thou ow'ft me for horfe!

Dio. Ha! art thou there!

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone; ftand, Diomed.

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you [Exeunt, fighting.

both.

Enter Hedor.

Heat. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest

brother!

Y queller]-killer.

2 cogging]—falfe, deceitful.

Enter

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I fee thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.

Helt. Paufe, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My reft and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again;
'Till when, go feek thy fortune.

Helt. Fare thee well

I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus.

Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He fhall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day.

Enter one in armour.

[Fight.

[Exit.

He. 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, beaft, abide?

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide,

[Exit,

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I fay,-Attend me where I wheel:

a Ireck not]-I care not. I'll frush it,]-break, or tear it to pieces.

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 felleft manner d execute your arms.
Follow me, firs, and my proceedings eye:—
It is decreed-Hector the great muft die.

[Exeunt.

Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my * double-hen'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has game:-'ware horns, ho!

the

[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Margarelon.

Mar. Turn, flave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou?

Mar. A baftard fon of Priam's.

Ther. I am a baftard too; I love baftards: I am a baftard begot, baftard inftructed, bastard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, baftard.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward!

Empale] Encircle.

[Exeunt.

• execute your arms.]-ufe, employ them--your aims-purposes,

what I have now given you in charge.

double ben'd-whofe ben, Helen, belonged to two.

SCENE

SCENE IX.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter Hector.

Heft. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death!

Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and dark'ning of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Het. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil, Strike, fellows, ftrike; this is the man I seek, [Hector falls.

So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, fink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy finews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Achilles bath the mighty Hector flain.

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the earth, And, ftickler-like, the armies separates.

h

My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.―

f the vail]-the finking, the fetting.

The dragon wing of night]-The chariot of Night was fuppofed to be drawn by dragons, on account of their extraordinary watchfulness. The whole ferpent tribe fleep with their eyes open, and thereby feem to exert a conftant vigilance.

"Swift, fwift, you dragons of the night."

h

CYMBELINE, Act II. S. 2, łach. fickler-like,]-like a fecond, or fidesman.

Come,

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomedes, and

the reft, marching.

Aga. Hark! hark! what fhout is that?

Neft. Peace, drums.

Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles!
Dio. The bruit is-Hector's flain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;

Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Aga. March patiently along:-Let one be sent,
To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.-

If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our fharp wars are ended.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XI.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter Eneas, and Trojans.

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter Troilus.

Tro. Hector is flain.

All. Hector?the gods forbid!

Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, In beaftly fort, dragg'd through the shameful field.

Frown