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Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
Achil. Where is this Hector?
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus ?
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 ?
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.
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
Hect. Fare thee well:
I would have been much more a fresher man,
+ Not be a looker-on. Prevail over.
Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark :-
SCENE VII.-The same.
Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
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.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
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!
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
[A retreat sounded.
[Sheaths his sword.
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.
Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent
SCENE XI-Another part of the Field
Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
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.
sau me 7 You
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?c
[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! ignomyt and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name,
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.
CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman.
FITUS LARTIUS, against the Vol
CONSPIRATORS with Aufidius.
VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
MENENIUS AGRIPPA, Friend to VIRGILIA, Wife to Coriolanus.
BICINIUS VELUTUS,} Tribunes of GENTLEWOMAN, attending Vir.
the people. YOUNG MARCIUS, Son to Coriolanus.
A ROMAN HERALD.
LIEUTENANT to Aufidius. A
Roman and Volscian SENATORS,
SCENE.-Partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the
Volscians and Antiates.
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