Dio. He is my prize; I will not look upon. 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: Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, Re-enter Troilus. How now, my brother! Enter one in sumptuous armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark. 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 Another part of the field. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: [Exit. [Exeunt. [Exeunt. 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 [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. horns, ho! Enter Margarelon. 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 every thing 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 judgement: farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! SCENE VIII Another part of the field. Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: [Exit. [Exit. [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; [Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! 'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.' [A retreat sounded. Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, My half-supp'd sword that frankly would have fed, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; [Sheathes his sword. [Exeunt. A retreat sounded. SCENE IX Another part of the field. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and the rest, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nest. Peace, drums! [Within] 'Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !' If in his death the gods have us befriended, SCENE X Another part of the field. [Exeunt, marching. Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Hector! The gods forbid! Stay yet. You vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward, [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! Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! [Exit. 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, Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths: Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; [Exit. TULLUS AUFIDIUS, general of the Vols Lieutenant to Aufidius. Two Volscian Guards. VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus. VALERIA, friend to Virgilia. Gentlewoman attending on Virgilia. Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, SCENE: Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium. ACT I-SCENE I Rome. A street. Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the All. No more talking on 't; let it be done: away, away! First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, First Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for 't, but that he pays himself with being proud. Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. |