Enter AJAX.

Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
Dio. Ay, there, there.
Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil. Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, * show thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
SCENE VI-Another part of the Field.
Enter AJAX.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Enter DIOMEDEŞ.

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!

Enter 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 ?

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; 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.

* Killer.

Exit.

[Exeunt.

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.t
Tro. 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 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,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

Hect. Fare thee well:

I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter TROILUS.

+ Not be a looker-on. Prevail over.

I Care.

[Exit.

[Exit.

* Lying.

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 ?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

SCENE VII.-The same.

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,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your aims.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed-Hector the great must die.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou ?

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. Enter MARGARELON.

SCENE IX.-Another part of the Field.
Enter HECTOR.

[Exeunt.

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!

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!

[Exeunt

[Exeunt.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

* Burst.

[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.

So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly† would have fed,
Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[HECTOR falls.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest. Peace, drums.
[Within.] Achilles!

[A retreat sounded.

[Sheaths his sword.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X-The same.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within.

Achilles! Hector's slain ! Achilles!

Dio. The bruit is-Hector 's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
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.

Ene. 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. Hector?-The gods forbid !

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.-
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
I dare not speak of flight, of fear, of death.;
But dare all imminence, that gods and men,
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!

An arbitrator at athletic games. + Fattening.

✰ I. e. derisively.

sau me 7 You

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?c
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd, the exis 31
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 statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Hector 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-sized coward!
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Jia Lak

[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

1005

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomyt 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,d Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued 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 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 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.

aus dust *Pitched, fixed. + Ignominy. + Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottos. Some one affected with lues.

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COMINIUS,

scians.

CORIOLANUS.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.

FITUS LARTIUS, against the Vol

Generals

CONSPIRATORS with Aufidius.
A CITIZEN of Antium.
TWO VOLSCIAN GUARDS.

VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.

MENENIUS AGRIPPA, Friend to VIRGILIA, Wife to Coriolanus.
VALERIA, Friend to Virgilia.

Coriolanus.

BICINIUS VELUTUS,} Tribunes of GENTLEWOMAN, attending Vir.

the people. YOUNG MARCIUS, Son to Coriolanus.

A ROMAN HERALD.
TULLUS AUFIDIUS, General of the
Volscians.

LIEUTENANT to Aufidius. A

gilia,

Roman and Volscian SENATORS,
PATRICIANS, EDILES, LICTORS,
SOLDIERS, CITIZENS, MESSEN-
GERS, SERVANTS to Aufidius, and
other ATTENDANTS.

SCENE.-Partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the

Volscians and Antiates.

ACT I.

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. 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

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

* Rich.