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doable hen'd sparrow! foo, Paris, 'oo! The bull has
the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Par. and Men.

Enter Margarelon.
Mar. Turn, lave, and fight.
Tbe. What art thou ?
Mar. A baftard son of Priam's.

The. I am a bästard roo; I love bastards : I am bal tard.begot, bastard instructed, baftard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore Mould one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous 'to us.: if the font of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, bastard

[Exit. Mar. The devil take thee, coward !

SCENE IX. Another part of the field.

Alarms. Enter Hector,
Hec. Most putrified core, fo fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath:

[Putting off his belmet. Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.

Shouts within. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Ach. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his hoels :
Even with the veil and darking of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

[Assaulting him
Hec. I am unarm’d, forego this vantage, Greek.
Ach. Strike, fellows, strike, this is the man I seek.

[Hector falls
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, link down ;
Here lies thy heart, thy finews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles bath the mighty Hector sain. [Retreat beard
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

+ This is a.molt cowardly mean conquest of Hector,

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

Acb. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth; And, stickler-like, the armies separate. My half-supt sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

(Putting up bis sword, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; Along the field I will the Trojan trail 1.

[Exeunt, dragging out the body. “ SCENE X. The fame $. March. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Diomed, Neftor,

and otbers, Shouts within. Aga. Hark, hark! what shout is that? Nef. Peace, drums. [Within. Achilles ! Achilles ! Heftor's flain !

" Achilles ! Dio. The bruit is He&tor's slain, and by Achilles.

" Aja. If it be fo, 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, marching SCENE XI. Another part of the field; under Troy.

Retreat founded. Enter Trojans confujedly; to them, Æneas.

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. Heator ? the gods forbid !

Tro. He's dead; and at the murtherer's horse's tail, In beastly fort dragg'd through the thameful field. -Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!

I This shows a moft brutal conqueror, or rather warlike asfaffia, but is confiftent with hiftory. $ This host Scene has no business bere, and bad better be omitted.

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Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smite at Troy,
I say, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure deftruétions on.

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the hott.

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
I do not speak of fight, of fear, of death;
But dare all imminence, that gods and men,
Address their dangers in. Hector is

Hector is gone!
Who shall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba ?
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead :
There is a word will Priam turn to stone ;
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 :
Hettor is dead ; there is no more to say.
Stay yet ; you vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you :--And thou great-fiz'd

No space of earth shall funder our two hates ;
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That moldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go ;
Hope of revenge Thall hide our inward woe.

[As tbey are going out, and Troilus laff

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord ; do you hear ?
Tro. What now? [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans.
Pan. Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.

[Taking it. Pan. A whoreson ptific, a whorson rascally ptific fo troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl ; and what one thing, what another, that I fall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too ; and such an ach in my bones, that, unless a man were curft, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she there?

Tro. Words, -words, meer words, no matter from the

heart; The effect doth operate another way.. Go, wind, to wind, (tears, and scatters about the letter.]

there turn and change together.-
My love with words and errors still lae-feeds ;
But edifies another with her deeds.
Pan. But hear


you. Tro. Hence, broker, lacquey! ignominy and fháme Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit Troilus. Pan.. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones !_O world, world, world! thus is the poor agent despis'd ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work, and how ill requited ! Why should our endeavour be so desir'd, and the performance fo loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see :

Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing,
"Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
And, being once subdu'd in armed tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-
Good traders in the Aesh, set this in your painted cloths.

[Advancing As many as be here of pander's hall, 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 aching bones. Brethren, and fifters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made ; It should be now, but that my fear is this Some galled goose of Winobeffer would hiss: "Tiltihen, I'll sweat, and seek about for eafes ; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

Exit Pandarus I.

| This play has a very weak unworthy conclufion. In some parts fine fancy and great poetry is to be found ; but on the whole, the fable is too incompleat, the scenes too füort, and too quickly buddles on-cach other to give much chance for success in action.


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