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How poor Andromacbe thrills her dolours forth!
“ Behold, diftraction, frenzy, and amazement,
“ Like witless anticks, one another meet,
" And all cry-Heftor! Heator's dead ! O Heilor!

Tro. Away, away!
Caf. Farewel.-Yet, foft: -He&or, I take my

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,

look on.

Enter Diomed, Troilus following:
Tro. Fly not; for, should't thou take the river Styx,
I would swim after.

Dio. Thou doft mis-call retire :
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!

The. Hold thy whore, Grecian now for thy whore,
Trojan !—now the fleeve, now the sleeve !

[Exeunt Diomed and Troilus, fighting.

Enter Hector.
Hec. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Heator's

Art thou of blood, and honour ?

The. No, no: I am a rascal;
A scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Hec. I do believe thee; live.

(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 $.

SCENE V. The fame.
Alarums: Enter Diomed, and a Servant.
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Present the fair fteed to my lady Crellid:
Helow, commend my service to her beauty ;
Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.
Ser. I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.
Enter Agamemnon, baflily.
Aga. Renew, renew! the fierce Polidamas
Hach beat down Menon': bastard Margarelon
Hach Doreus prisoner ;

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And fands Colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epifropus and Cedius : Polixenes is pain

Amphimachus, and Tboas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or slain ; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers ; hafte we, Diomed,
To re-inforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.
Nes. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;

[to his Followers.
And bid the foail-pac'd Ajax arm for fame.
There is a thousand Hectors in the field :
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
And there they fy, or die, like scaled sculls
Before the belching whale ; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, sipe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath I:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes ;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is callid impollibility.

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,

Enter Ajax.
Aja. Troilus! thou coward Troilus !

[Exit Dio. Ay, there, there. Nef. So, so, we draw together.

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

[Exeunt. SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

Enter Ajax.
Aja. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, few thy head!

Enter Diomed.
Dio. Troilus, I say ! where's Troilus ?
Aja. What would'st thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.

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!

Enter Achilles.
Ach. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.
Hec. Pause, if thou wilt. [Dropping his sword.

Ach. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
Vy rest and negligence befriend thee now,

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


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