Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her Exclaim: Go in and cheer the Town, we'll forth and fight; Do deeds of praife, and tell you them at Night.

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Priam. Farewel: The Gods with fafety ftand about thee. [Alarum. Troi. They are at it, hark: Proud Diomede, believe I come to lofe my Arm, or win my Sleeve.

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Enter Pandarus.

Pand. Do you hear, my Lord? do you hear?
Troi. What now?

Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poor Girl.
Trei. Let me read.

Pand. A whorfon Ptifick, a whorfon rafcally Ptifick, fo troubles me; and the foolish Fortune of this Girl, and what one thing, and what another, that I fhall leave you one o'thefe days? and I have a Rheum in mine Eyes too, and fuch an ach in my Bones, that unless a Man were Curft, I cannot tell what to think on't. What fays fhe, there?

Troi. Words, Words, meer Words; no Matter from the Heart.

Th' Effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the Letter.
Go Wind to Wind, there turn and change together:
My Love with Words and Errors ftill the feeds;

But edifies another with her Deeds.

Pand. Why, but hear you

Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacquy, Ignominy and Shame Pursue thy Life, and live ay with thy Name.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Field between Troy and the Camp.

Alarum. Enter Therfites.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on: That diffembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has got that fime fcurvy, doating, foolish young Knave's Sleeve of Troy, there in his Helm: I would fain fee them meet, that, that fame young Trojan Afs, that loves the Whore there, might fend that Greekish Whore-mafterly Villain, with the Skeve, back to the diffembling luxurious

Drab,

Drab, of a fleeveless Errant. O'th' t'other fide, the Policy of thofe crafty fwearing Rafcals, that ftale old Moufe-eaten dry Cheese, Neftor; and that fame dog-fox Ulyffes is not prov'd worth a Blackberry. 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 chilles, and will not arm to Day. Whereupon the Grecians began to proclaim Barbarism, and Policy grows into an ill Opinion.

Enter Diomede and Troilus. Soft-here comes Sleeve, and t'other.

Troi. Fly not; for should'st thou take the River Styx, I would fwim after.

Dio. Thou doft mifcall Retire:

I do not fly, but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of Multitude;
Have at thee.

[They go off fighting. Ther. Hold thy Whore, Grecian: Now for thy Whore, Trojon: Now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve, now the Sleeve.

Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of Blood and Honour?

Ther. No, no: I am a Rafcal; a fcurvy railing Knaveza very filthy Rogue.

Hect. I do believe thee-live.

[Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy Neck for frighting me; what's be come of the wenching Rogues? I think, they have fwallowed one another. I would laugh at that Miracle. in a fort, Letchery eats it felf: I'H feek them.

Enter Diomede and Servant.

-yet [Exit.

Dio. Go, go, my Servant, take thou Troilus's Horfe,
Prefent the fair Steed to my Lady Creffid:

Fellow, commend my Service to her Beauty:
Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her Kight by proof.

Ser. I go, my Lord."

Enter Agamemnon.

Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: Baftard Margarelon

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Hath

Hath Dorens Prifoner,

And ftands, Coleffus wife, waving his Beam.
Upon the pashed coarfes of the Kings,
Epiftropus and Cedus: Polyxines is flain;
Amphimachus and Thous deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruifed; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our Numbers, hafte we, Diomedes
To Reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus's Body to Achilles
And bid the fnail'd-pac'd Ajax arm for shame,
There are a thousand Hectors in the Field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his Horfe,
And there lacks work; anon he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, like scaled Sculls,
Before the belching Whale: Then is he yonder,
And there the ftraying Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the Mower's Swath;
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 call'd Impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes:

Vlyf. Oh, Courage, Courage, Princes; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing Vengeance; Patraclus's Wounds have rowz'd his drowfie Blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofelefs, handlefs, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft his Friend,
And foams at Mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to Day

Mad and fantaftick Execution,

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a careless Force, and forcelefs Care,

As if that Luck in very fpite of Cunning, bad him win alf.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward, Troilus.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Neft. So, fo, we draw together,

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou Boy-killer, fhew thy Face:
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

Enter Ajax.

[Exit

Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward Troilus, fhew thy Head.

Enter Diomede.

Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus?

Ajax. What wouldst thou?
Die. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the General,
Thou should't have my Office,

E'er that Correction: Troilus, I fay, what,Troilus?
Enter Troilus.

Troi. Oh Traitor Diomede!
Turn thy false Face, thou Traitor,

And pay thy Life, thou oweft me for my Horse.

Dio. Ha, art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone, ftand, Diomede.

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Troi. Come, both you cogging Greeks, have at you both.
[Exeunt fighting.

Enter Hector.

Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought, my youngest Brother.
Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector.
Hect. Paufe, if thou wilt.

[Fight.

Achil. I do difdain thy Courtefie, proud Trojan,

Be happy that my Arms are out of ufe:
My reft and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again:
Till when, go feek thy Fortune.

Het. Fare thee well;

I would have been much more a fresher Man,
Had I expected thee; how now, my Brother?
Enter Troilus.

Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; fhall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious Heav'n
He fhall not carry him: I'll be taken too,

Or

Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay;
I wreak not, though thou end my Life to Day,

Enter one in Armour.

He. Stand, ftand, thou Greek,

Thou art a goodly Mark:

Not wilt thou not? I like thy Armour well,
I'll fruth it, and unlock the Rivets all,

But I'll be Master of it; wilt thou not, Beaft, abide?
Why then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy Hide.

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 your felves 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 muft die.

[Exit.

[Exit.

[Exe.

Enter Therfites, 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, Lo. [Exit Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Baftard.

Baft. A Baftard Son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a Baftard too, I love Baftards, I am a Baftard begor, Baftard inftructed, Baftard in Mind, Baftard in Valour, in every thing Illegitimate: One Bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one Baftard? Take heed, the Quarrel's moft ominous to us: If the Son of a Whore fight for a Whore, he temps Judgment. Farewel, Ballard,

Baft. The Devil take the Coward.
Enter Hector.

Hect. Moft putrified Core! f fair without
Thy goodly A mor thus hath coft thy Life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good Breath:
Reft Sword, thou haft thy fill of Blood and Death.

[Exeunt.

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