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“ How poor Andromacbe thrills her dolours forth!
“ Tro. Away, away!
úr leave: “ Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
“ (Exit Cassandra. “ Hec. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim : “ Go in, and cheer the town: 'we'll forth, and fight ; “ Do deeds of praise, and tell you them at night. “ Pri. Farewel: The gods with safety stand about
« Alarums 1 Tro. They are at it, hark !-proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my
sleeve. SCENE IV. Between Troy and the Greek Camp. A Field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions:
Enter Therfites. The. Now they are clapper-clawing one another ; 1"} go
That difsembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doating foolish knave's Sleeve of Troy, there, in his helm : I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekife whore-masterly villain, with the fleeve, back to the diffembling luxurious drab, of a fleeveless errand. O'th' other side, The policy of those crafty sneering rascals--that ftale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Neftor; and that same dog fox, Ulyses,—is not prov'd' worth a black-berry: They fet me up, in policy, that mungril 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 te proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
Soft ! here comes deeve, and t'other.
| The.fçene would have much more spirit to be represented as #8 have marked it,
Enter Diomed, Troilus following:
Dio. Thou doft mis-call retire :
The. Hold thy whore, Grecian now for thy whore,
[Exeunt Diomed and Troilus, fighting.
The. No, no: I am a rascal;
(Exit. Tbe. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plagut break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues ? I think, they have swallow'd one anotheř: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a fort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them $.
$ Unless for a small matter of laugh, which must ensue from Tber's
And fands Colossus-wise, waving his beam,
[to his Followers.
Enter Ulysses. Uly. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance : Patroclus' wounds have rouz’d his drowzy blood; Together with his mangld Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hackt and chipt come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, 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 such a careless force, and forceless care, As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Bad him win all.
| The complicate ideas of the whale chafing a scull of small fish, or a mower sweeping down grafs, magnify Hector's character, as an overbearing warrior, very much,
[Exit Dio. Ay, there, there. Nef. So, so, we draw together.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Another part of the field.
dja. Were I the general, thou shouldft have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus !
Enter Troilus. Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou
traitor, And pay the life thou ow’ft me for my
horse. Dio. Ha! ait thou there? Aja. I'll fight with him alone : ftand, Diomed. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both.
[Exeunt, fighting Enter Hector. Hec. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Ach. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
But thou anon shalt hear of me again; "Till when, go seek thy fortone.
[Exit +. Hec. Fare thee well : I would have been much more a fresher marr, Had I expected thee. How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus baftily. Tro. Ajax bath fa'en Æneas ; shall it be? No, by the fame of yonder glorious heaven, He Thall not carry him ; I'll be ta’en too, Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say! I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit. Alarums. Enter Grecians, and pass over.; amongst them,
one in goodly armour. Hec. Stand, itand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly
mark ! No? wilt thou noti- I like thy armour well; I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, Butl'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ? Wby then, Ay on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exito
SCENE VII. The same. Alarums, Ewer Achilles with Myrmidons, Ach. 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 ; Jn felles manaer execute your aims. Follow me, firs, and my proceedings eyes It is decreed-Hector the great muk die. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII. The fame . Alarums. Enter Paris and Menelaus, fighting; Thersites
after them. The. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it:Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, loo! now my
+ This is a very odd whim of Achilles to leave his great antagonist so indeterminately, wben a regular challenge had pafled between then
| All these excurfionary scenes are much too full of action for representation