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Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay;
Enter one in Armour.
Enter ACHILLES with Myrmidons. Achil. 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, Impale him with your weapons round about: In fellest inanner.execute your arms. Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding eye: It is decreed----Hector the great must die.
[Excunt. Enter T ?ERSITES, MENELAUS, and PARIS. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it: now bull, now dog; ’loo, Paris, 'loo; now, my double-hen'd sparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game : ’ware horns, ho.
[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus,
Ther. I am a bastard too, I love bastards. 1 am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing il
legitimate: one bear will not bite another, (51)
breath; Reit, sword, thou haft thy fill of blood and death.
Enter ACHILLES and his Myrmidons.
[They full uton Hector, and kill him. Hell. I am unarmed, forego this vantage, Greek
Achil. Strike, fellows, striže, this is the man I seek.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my
(51) One bear will not bite another,] So Juvenal says more ferioully;
sevis inter fe convenit ursis. (52) And, stickler-like, the armies feporate.) So Mr Pope in boch bis editions ; by which means the comparison stands thus;
- The armies' feparate of themselves, as sticklers leparate others. But, with that editor's permifion, we mud [Exeunt.
My half-fup'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Shout. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR,
DIOMEDE, and the reft, marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that?
Neft. Peace, drums. : Sol. Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's flain! Achilles ! · Dio. The bruit is, Hector's Nain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it is fo, yet bragless let it be: Great Hector was as good a man as he. i Aga. March patiently along: let one be sent To pray Achilles see its at our tent. If in his death the Gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Exeunt. Enter ÆNEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR and DEI PHOBUS.
Æne. Stand, ho! yet we are masters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night. call back the reading of the better copies, and then the senfe will be this; Night, fti kler-like, puts an end to the engage. ment, and separates the armies. I am apt to think Mc Pope did not know the word, or the office of the person intended by it. The French call these gentry moyenneurs, arbitres, persones interposees. In this very play, Diomede and Æneas are sliklers, to Ajax and Hedor in their combat, seconds to fee fair play, and arbitrate the duel. The word was familiar both to Ben Johnson and Beaumont and Fleicher:
Who is drawn hither by report of your cartels, advanced in court, to prove his fortune with your prizer, fo lle may have fair play thewa hin, and the liberty to chule bis Arcker.
Cruth'ri's Revels. lop: Ile keeps his fury hill, and may do mitchief. Alila Ile Ball be lianged luft; we'll be fricklersiliere, boys.
Troi. Hector is slain.
Ænc. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, shame
[Strikes him. Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly medicine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at work, and how how ill requited! why should our endeavour be fo loved, and the performance fo loathed? what verse for it? what in. stance for it?let me see Full merrily the humble bee doth fing, 'Till he hath lost his honey and his iting; But being once fubdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths------As many as be here of Pandar's hall,
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 sisters 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 Winchester would hiss: 'Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit
END OF VOLUME ELEVENTH.