Enter One in armour.

Hect. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark:

Now, wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
I'll frufh it, and unlock the rivets all,

But I'll be matter of it. Wilt thou not, beaft, abide?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exit.
Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons. Mark what I fay. 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 felleft manner execute your arms. Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding eye:. It is decreed, Hector the Great must die. [Exeunt.

Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris.

Ther, The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now bull, now dog. 'Loo, Paris, 'loo. My double-hen'd fparrow. 'Loo, Paris, 'loo. The bull has the game; 'ware horns, ho. [Ex. Paris and Men.. Enter Bastard.

Baft. Turn, flave, and fight..
Ther. What art thou?

Baft. A-baftard fon of Priam's...

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

Baft. The devil take thee, coward.

[Exeunt.

Hect. Moft putrified core, fa fair without!

Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.

Now is my day's work done; I'll take my breath: Reft, fword, thou haft thy fill of blood and death. [He puts up his fword.

Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet, How ugly night comes breathing at his heels; Ev'n with the vail and darkning of the fun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm'd. Forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek *. [They fall upon Hector, and kill him. So, Ilion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, fink down: Here lyes thy heart, thy finews and thy bone. On. Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, Achilles hath 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'erspreads the And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates. [earth; My half fup'd fword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to-bed. Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[Exeunt.

[Sound retreat. Shout.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor,
Diomedes, and the rest 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 is fo, yet braglefs let it be:

Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Aga. March haftily along; let one be fent
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.

This particular, of Achilles overpowering Hector by numbers, and without armour, is taken from the old Rory-book of the Three deftructions of Troy. Hanmer.

SCENE XV.

Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.

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

Enter Troilus.

Troi. Hector is flain.

All. Heftor!

-the gods forbid!

Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horse's tail In beaftly fort dragg'd through the fhameful field. Frown on, you Heav'ns, effect your rage with speed; Sit, Gods, upon your thrones, and fmile at Troy! I fay, at once, let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our fure deftructions on.

Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:)
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence, that gods and men
Addrefs their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba? -
Let him that will a fcrietch owl ay be call'd,
Go into Troy, and fay there, Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to ftone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But march away,
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet.- -You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rife as early as he dare,

I'll thro' and thro' you. And thou, great-fiz'd cow-
No fpace of earth fhall funder our two hates; [ard!
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked confcience ftill,
That mouldeth goblins fwift as frenzy's thoughts.
-Strike a free march to Troy! With comfort go;
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you?

Troi. Hence, broker lacquey; ignominy, fhame. [Strikes, him.

Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name ! [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd. Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet awork, and how ill requited? why should our endea‐ vour be fo lov'd, and the performance so loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it?-let me feeFull merrily the humble bee doth fing,

'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting;
But being once fubdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted
As many as be here of Pandar's hall, [cloths-
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aking bones.
Brethren and fifters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will fhall here be made:
It fhould be now; but that my fear is this,
Some galled goofe of Winchefter* would hifs :
'Till then, I'll sweat, and feek about for eases;
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit †.

• The lues veneres was called a Winchester goofe. Gray. This play is more correctly written than most of Shakespeare's compofitions, but it is not one of those in which either the extent of his views, or elevation of his fancy, is fully displayed As the story abounded with materials, he has exerted little invention; but he has diverfified his characters with great variety, and preferved them with great exa&ness His vicious characters fometimes difguft, but cannot corrupt; for both Creffida and Pandarus are detefted and contemned. The comic characters feem to have been the favourites of the wri ter; they are of the fuperficial kind, and exhibit more of manners than nature, but they are copiously filled, and powerfully impreffed. Johnjon.

END OF VOLUME NINTH.