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Enter Achilles.. Achil. Where is this Hečtor? Come, come, thou Boy-killer, shew thy Face: Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector, where's Hector I will none but Hektor. [Exit,
Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward Troilus, thew thy Head.
Dię. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus?
Ajax. What wouldft thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ajax. Were I the General,
Thou should't have my Office,
E’er that Corre&ion: Troilus, I say, what, Troilus ?
Troi. Oh Traitor Diomede!
Turn thy false Face, thou Traitor,
And pay thy Life, thou owest me for my Horse.
Dio. Ha, art thou there?
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone, stand, Diomede.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Troi. Come, both you cogging Greeks, have at you both.
[Exeunt fighting Enter He&or. Heet. Yea, Troilass O well fought, my youngest Brother.
Achil. Now do I see thee; have at thee, He&tor.
He&t. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy Courtesie, proud Trojan,
Be happy that my Arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again :
Till when, go seek thy Fortune.
Hedt. Fare thee well;
I would have been much more a fresher Man,
Had I expe&ted thee; how now, my Brother ?
Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Thall it be?
No, by the Aame of yonder glorious Heav'n
He shall not carry him: I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say;
I wreak not, though thou end my Life to Day, [Exit.
Enter one in Armour.
Hec. Stand, stand, thou Greek,
Thou-art a goodly Mark:
No wilt thou noc? I like thy Armour well,
I'll frush it, and unlock the Rivets all,
But I'll be Master of it; wilt thou not, Beast, abide ?
Why then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy Hide. [Exit.
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 your felves in Breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your Weapons round about 2
In fellest manner execute your Arms,
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding Eye:
It is decreed Heitor the Great must die.
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 hend
Sparrow; 'loo, Paris, "l00; the Bull has the Game': 'ware
[Exit Paris and Menelaus.
Baft. Turn, Slave, and fight.
Ther, What are thou?
Bajt. A Bastard Son of Priam's.
Tber. I am a Bastard too, I love Bastards, I am a Ba.
Atard begar, Bastard instructed, Baltard in Mind, Bastard
in Valou", in every thing Illegitimate: 'One Bear will not
bite another, and wherefore should one Baitard? Take
heed, the Quarrel's most ominous to us: If the Son of a
Whore fighe for a Whore, he temps Judgment: Farewel,
Bajf. The Devil take the Coward.
Helt. Most putrified Core! f, fair without :
Thy goodly Amor thus hath cost thy Life.
Now is my day's work doje; I'll take good Breath:
Rest Sword, thou hast thy hill of Blood and Death.
Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, now the Sun begins to set; ;
How ugly Night comes breathing at his Heels:
Even with the veil and darking of the Sun,
To close the Day up, Hector's Life is done,
[They fall upon He&or and kill him, Helt. I am unarmd, forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, Fellows, strike, this is the Man I Leck.
So, Ilion, fall thou: Now, Troy, link down:
Here lies thy Heart, thy Sinews and thy Bone.
On, Myrmidons, cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighưy Hector lain.
[Exeunt: Hark, a Retreat-upon our Grecian part.
Myr. The Trojan Trumpets found the like, my Lord.
Achil. The dragon Wing of Night o'erspreads the Earth, And, Stickler-like, the Armies separates; My half supt Sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty Bit, thus goes to Bed.
, Come, tye his Body to my Horse's Tail: Along the Field, I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
Shout, Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,
and the rest marching."
Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that?
Net. Peace, Drums.
Sol. Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's llain, Achilles!
Dio. The Bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it so, 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.
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus,
Æne. Stand ho, yet are we Masters of the Field,
Never go home, here ftarve we out the Night.
Troi. Hector is fain.
All. Hector! the Gods forbidi
Troi He's dead, and at the Murtherer's Horfe's Tail,
In beastly fort dragg'd through the shameful Field.
Frown on, you Heav’ns, effect your rage with speed;
Sit Gods upon your Thrones, and smile at Troy.
I I lay at once, lét your brief Plagues bie Mercy, ,
And linger not our fure Destru&ions on.
Ane. My Lord, you do discomfort all the Holt.
Troi. You understand me' not, that tell me fo:
I do not speak of light, of fear, of Death,
But dare all imminence, that Gods and Men
Address their Dangers in. Héctor is gone:
Who thall tell Priam so? or Hecuba 3
Let him that will a Scrierch-Owl ay be callid,
Go in to Troy, and say there, Hektor's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to Stone;
Make Wells, and Niobes of the Maids and Wives;
'Cool Statues of the Youth; and, in a Word,
Scare Troy out of it self. But march away,
He&tor is dead: There is no more to say.
Stay yet, you vile abominable Tents,
Thus proudly pight upon.qur Phrygian Plains :
Let Titan rife, as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you. And thou great fiz'd Coward
No space of Earth shall fünder our two Hates,
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked Conscience still,
That mouldeth Goblings swift as Frenfies thoughts,
Strike a free march to Troy, with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward Woe.
Pan. But hear you, hear you?
Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacky, Ignominy and Shame,
[Strikes him, • Pursue thy Life, and livé aye with thy Name. [Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine aking Bones: Oh World I World! World! thus is the poor Agent despis'd: Oh, Trditors and Bawds; how earnestly are you fet at Work, and how ill requited? why should our Endeavour be so desir’d, and the Performance fo loath'd? What Verse for it? what instance for it Let me fee
Full merrily the Humble Bee doth fing,
Till he hath lost his Hony and his Sting;
But being once subdu'd in armed Tail,
Sweet Hony and sweet Notes together fail.
Good Traders in the Flesh, set this in your painted Cloaths;
As many as be here of Pandar'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 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 swear, and feeck about for Eales,
And at that time bequeath you my Diseases. [Exeunt,