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Achil. Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller,* show thy face;
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
SCENE VI-Another part of the Field.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus ?
Ajax. What wouldest thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
Tro. O traitor Diomed!-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, Diomed.
Tro. Come both, you cogging‡ Greeks; have at you both.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Hect. Fare thee well:
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; Shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry § him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say! I reck§ not though I end my life to-day.
Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not ?-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 ?
SCENE VII.-The same.
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the great must die.
SCENE VIII.-The same.
Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward!
SCENE IX-Another part of the Field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
[A retreat sounded.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly† would have fed,
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
SCENE X-The same.
[Sheaths his sword.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within.
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is-Hector 's slain, and by Achilles.
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Agam. 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
Enter ENEAS and Trojans.
Tro. Hector is slain.
All. Hector?-The gods forbid !
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
An arbitrator at athletic games. + Fattening.
I. e. derisively.
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?cursar me
I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-sized coward!
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort goal and pack Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans.
As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy† and shame 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 despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed ? what verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me see:Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: 1
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
It should be now, but that my fear is this,
* Pitched, fixed.
+ Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottos. Some one affected with lues.
SCENE.-Partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the
SCENE I-Rome. A Street.
Enter a Company of mutinous CITIZENS, with Staves, Clubs, and other Weapons.
1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
Cit. Speak, speak.
Several speaking at once.
1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish?
Cit. Resolved, resolved.
1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. Cit. We know't, we know't.
1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?
Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away.
1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good:* What authority surfeits on, would relieve us; If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.-Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we be