Like witlefs antics, one another meet,

And all cry, Hector, Hector's dead! O Hector !

Troi. Away!

-Away!:

Caf. Farewell. Yes. Soft. Hector, I take my leave; Thou doft thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit.. Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaim. Go in and cheer the town; we'll forth and fight, Do deeds worth praife, and tell you them at night. Priam. Farewell. The gods with safety stand: about thee. [Alarm. Troi. They're at it; hark. Proud Diomede, believe

I come to lofe my arm, or win my sleeve..

Pan. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear?
Troi. What now?

Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.
Troi. Let me read.

Pan. A whorefon ptifick, a whorefon rafcally ptifick so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I hall leave you one o' these days: and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and fuch an ach in my bones, that unless a man were curs'd, I cannot teй what to think on't. What fays fhe, there?

Troi. Words, words, mere words; no matter from the heart.

Th' effect doth operate another way.

[Tearing the letter.. Go, wind to wind; there turn and change together, My love with words and errors ftill the feeds, But edifies another with her deeds.

Pan. Why, but hear you.

Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignominy and

fhame

Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name ! [Exeunt.

Changes to the Field between Troy and the Camp.

[Alarm.] Enter Therfites.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on. That diffembling abominable varlet, Diomede, has got that fame fcurvy, doating, foolith young, knave's fleeve of Troy, there, in his helm; I would fain fee them meet; that, that fame young, Trojan afs, that loves the whore there, might fend that Greekish whore-masterly villain with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, on a fleeveless errand. O' th' other fide, the policy of thofe crafty fwearing rafcals *, that ftale old moufe-eaten dry cheese Neftor, and that fame dog-fox Ulyffes, is not prov'd worth a black-berry. They fet me up in policy that mongril cur Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles. And now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarifm, and policy grows into an ill opinion.

Enter Diomedes and Troilus.

Soft- -here comes fleeve, and t'other.

Troi. Fly not; for fhouldft thou take the river

I would fwim after..

Dio. Thou doft mifcall retire.

I do not fly; but advantageous care

Withdrew me from the odds of multitude..

Have at thee!

[Styx,

[They go off, fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian Now for thy whore, Trojan. Now the fleeve, now the sleeve!

SCENE X.

Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek! art thou for Hector's

Art thou of blood and honour?

Sneering rafcals. Theobald.

[match?

Live.

Ther. No, no. I am a rascal; a fcurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee. [Exit Ther. God a' mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frightning me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, lechery eats it felf. I'll feek them. [Exit

Enter Diomedes and Servant.

Dio. Go, go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horfe, Prefent the fair fteed to my Lady Creffid: Fellow, commend my fervice to her beauty: Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof..

Serv. I go, my Lord.

Agam. Renew, renew. The fierce Polydamas Hath beat down Menon; baftard Margarelon. Hath Doreus prifoner,

And ftands Colóffus ways, waving his beam
Upon the pafhed corfes of the Kings,
Epiftropus and Odius. Polyxenus is flain;
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful fagitarry
Appals our numbers. Hafte we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perifh all.

"Beyonde the royalme of Amafonne came an auncyent kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, named Epyftrophus, and brought a M. knyghtes, and a mervaylloufe befte "that was called Sagittarye, that behynde the myddes 64 was an horfe, and to fore, a man: this befte was 16 heery lyke an horfe, and had his cyne rede as a cole, "and fhotte well with a bowe: this befte made the Grekes "fore aferde, and flewe many of them with his bowe."

The Three deftructions of Troy, printed by Caxton.

Theobald

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the nail-pac'd Ajax arm for thame.
There are a thoufand Hectors in the field:
Now, here he fights on Galathe his horie,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,-
And there they fly or die, like fcaled fhoals
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,.
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath;
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes
Dexterity to obeying appetite,

That what he will he does; and does fo much,
That proof is call'd impollibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Ulyf. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drouzy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofelefs, handlefs, hack'd and chip'd, come to
Crying on Hector. Ajax has loft a friend, [him,
And foams at mouth; and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution;

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a carelefs force, and forcelefs care,
As if that luck in very spite of cunning

Bad him win all..

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus! [Exit.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Neft. So, fo, we draw together.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Where is this Hector?

[Exeunt.

Come, come, thou boy-queller, fhew me thy face: Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector! Where's Hector? I will none but Hector,

[Exit.

Re-enter Ajax.

Aja. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head!
Re-enter Diomedes.

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. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life, thou oweft me for my horse.
Dio. Ha, art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomode.
Dio, He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks, have at
you both.
[Exeunt fighting.

Enter Hedor.

Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest brother.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I fee thee! have at thee, Hector, Heft. Paufe, if thou wilt.

[Fight. Achil. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.

Be happy that my arms are out of ufe,
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhall hear of me again
Till when, gó feek thy fortune.

Hect. Fare thee well;

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

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