Enter Achilles.

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

[Exit.

SCENE VI.
Anotber Part of the Field.

Re-enter Ajax.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, thew thy head!

Enter Diomed.

Dio. Troilus, I say! 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 say! what, Troilus !

Enter Troilus.

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

traitor, And

pay the life thou ow'st me for my horse ! Dio. Ha! art thou there! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone ; stand, Diomed. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Troi. Come both, you ’ cogging Greeks; have at you both.

[Exeunt, fighting

Enter Heelor. Heat. Yea, Troilus? o, well fought, my youngest

brother !

Enter Acbilles.

Achil. Now do I see thee : Ha! Have at thee,
Hector.
Heft. Pause, if thou wilt.

[Fight. Acbil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Be happy, that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriend thee now, But thou anon Ialt hear of me again ; 'Till when, go seek thy fortune.

Heft. 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 shall 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.

[Exit

. Enter one in armour. Het. 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, Ay on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide, [Exit.

Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons ; Mark what I say,- Attend me where I wheel : a I reck ner]-I care not. I'll fruß 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 fellest manner“ execute your arms.
Follow me, firs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.

Enter Therfites, Menelaus, and Paris. Tber. 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 the game :-'ware horns, ho!

(Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Margarelon.

Mar. Turn, Nave, and fight.
Tber. What art thou ?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Tber. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begoc, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, baltard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most omninous to us : if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment : Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward !

[Exeunt. Empale] -Encircle.

execute your arms.]-use, employ them your aims-purposes, what I have now given you in charge.

double ben'd) whose ben, Helen, belonged to two.

SCENE

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

Enter Achilles, and bis Myrmidans.
Acbil. 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, 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.On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles bath the mighty Heator Nain. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

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

Achil. 3 The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separates. My half-supt sword, thạt frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

f the vail]—the sinking, the setting.

8 The dragon wing of night)-The chariot of Night was supposed to be drawn by dragons, on account of their extraordinary watchfulness. The whole serpent tribe sleep with their eyes open, and thereby seem to exert a constant vigilance. “ Swift, swift, you dragons of the night."

CYMBELINE, Act II, S. 2, fach. pickler-like, ]-like a second, or fidesman.

Come,

h

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

Sound retreat. Shout,

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and

the rest, marching.
Aga. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Neft. Peace, drums.
Sol. Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's flain! Achilles !
Dio. · The bruit is—Hector's Nain, 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 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,

s c E N E XI.

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.

Enter Troilus.

Tro. Hector is slain.
All. Hector ? —the gods forbid !

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

Frown