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with you.


I trouble you.


enough, and one that loves quails; but he has not Cal. (Within. She comes to you. so much brain as ear-wax. And the goodly trans- Enter Troilus and Ulysses, at a distance; after formation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull,

them TheRSITES. the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us. his brother's leg, to what form, but that he is,

Enter CRESSIDA. should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to ? To an ass, were nothing; he Tro. Cressid come forth to him ! is both ass and ox: to an ox were nothing; he is Dio.

How now, my charge ! both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a Cres. Now my sweet guardian !-Hark! a word fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a her

( Whispers ring without a roe, I would not care: but to be Tro. Yea, so familiar ! Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny. Ask Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight. ne not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take or I care not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were her cliff; she's noted. Tot Menelaus.—Hey-day! spirits and fires !

Dio. Will you remember? Enter HECTOR, Tronlus, AJAX, AGAMEMNON,


Remember? yes.

Dio. ULYSSES, Nestor, MENELAUS, and DIOMED, with

Nay, but do then : lights.

And let your mind be coupled with your words.

Tro. What should she remember?
Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong.

No, yonder 'tis ;

Ulyss. List!

Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to There, where we see the lights. Hect.


Ther. Roguery!
Ajar. No, not a whit.
Here comes himself to guide you.

Dio, Nay, then,-

I'll tell you what : (sworn.-

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin : You are forAchil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have


me do 2 Ayam. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. (general. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me? Hect. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' Cres. I prythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Men. Good night, my lord.

Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Hect.

Good night, sweet Menelaus. Dio. Good night. Ther. Sweet draught: Sweet, quoth 'a! sweet Tro. Hold, patience! sink, sweet sewer.


How now, Trojan ? Achil. Good night,


Diomed, And welcome, both to those that go, or tarry. Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Agam. Good night.

Tro. Thy better must. (E.reunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS. Cres,

Hark! one word in your ear. Achil. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed, Tro. O plague and madness!

(pray you, Keep Hector company an hour or two.

Ulyss. You are mor'd, prince; let us depart, I Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important business, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great Hector. To wrathful terms; this place is dangerous ; Hect. Give me your hand.

The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. Ulyss.

Follow his torch, he goes Tro. Behold, I pray you ! To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.


Now, good my lord, go off. (Aside to Troilus. Yru flow to great destruction ; come, my lord. Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me.

Tro. I prythee, stay.
And so good night. Ulyss.

You have not patience ; come. (Erit DIOMED; Ulyss, and Tro. following. Tro. I pray you, stay ; by hell, and all hell's turAchil. Come, wome, enter my tent.

ments, (E.reunt Achil. HECTOR, AJAX, and Nest. I will not speak a word. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, Dio.

And so good night. a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when Cres. Nay, but you part in anger. he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses : he Tro.

Doth that grieve thec? will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the O wither'd truth! bound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell Ulyss.

Why, how now,

lord ? it; it is prodigious, there will come some change;


By Jove, the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps I will be patient. his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than Cres.

Guardian !-why, Greek! not to dog him : they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, Dio. Pro, pho! adieu ; you palter. and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-No. Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. thing but lechery! all incontinent varlets ! (Exit. U.yss. You shake, my lord, at something i will

you go? SCENE II.—The same. Before Calchas' Tent. You will break out.


She strokes his cheek !


Come, come Dio. What, are you up here, ho ? speak.

Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word : Cal. [Within.( Who calls ?

There is between my will and all offences Dio. Diomed.--Calchas, I think. -Where's your A guard of patience : stay a little while daughter ?

1 Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat munp.



Ay, that.

and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish Jechery, fry! Dio. But will you then ?

Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Cres. In faith, I will, la: never trust me else. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. Tro.

It is. Cres. I'll fetch you one.

(Exit. Ulyss.

Why stay we then ? Ulyss. You have sworn patience.

Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Tro.

Fear me not, my lord; Of every syllable that here was spoke. I will not be myself, nor have cognition

But, if I tell how these two did co-act, Of what I feel; I am all patience.

Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?

Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
Re-enter CRESSIDA.

An esperance so obstinately strong,
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now !

That doth invert th' attest of eyes and ears; Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.

As if those organs had deceptious functions, Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Created only to calumniate. Ulyss.

My lord, Was Cressid here? Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. (well. Ulyss.

I cannot conjure, Trojan. Cres. You look upon that sleeve: Behold it Tro. She was not, sure. He lov'd memo false wench !-Give't me again. Ulyss.

Most sure she was. Dio. Whose was't ?

Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness Cres.

No matter, now I hav't again. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here but I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I prythee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Tro. Let it not be believ'd, for womanhood! Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone. Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage Dio. I shall have it.

To stubborn criticksmapt, without a theme,
What, this?

For depravation,-to square the general sex

By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge! Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil Thy master now lies thinking in his bed

our mothers ? of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,

Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes ? As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. If beauty have a soul, this is not she;

Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. If souls guide vows, is vows be sanctimony,
Tro. I did swear patience.

[shall not; If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed ; 'faith you If there be rule in unity itself,
I'll give you something else.

This was not she. O madness of discourse, Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?

That cause sets up with and against itself ! Cres.

'Tis no matter. Bi-fold authority I where reason can revolt Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. [will. Without perdition, and loss assume all reason

Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid ! But, now you have it, take it.

Within my soul there doth commence a fight Dio.

Whose was it? Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women, yonder, Divides more wider than the sky and earth And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

And yet the spacious breadth of this division Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle And grieve his spirit, that dares not challenge it. As is Arachne's broken roof, to enter. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and worst it on thy Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; horn,

Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: It should be challeng’d.

[it is not; Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself; Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past ;-And yet The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and I will not keep my word.

loos’d; Dio.

Why then, farewell; And with another knot, five-finger-tied, Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. (word, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques But it straight starts you.

Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. Dio.

I do not like this fooling, Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes not with that which here his passion doth express ? you, pleases me best.

Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well Dio. What, shall I come ? the hour ?

In characters as red as Mars his heat Cres,

Ay, come :- Jove ! Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy Do come:-I shall be plagu’d.

With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Dio.

Farewell till then. Hark, Greek; As much as I do Cressid love, Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come.

So much by weight nate I her Diomed:

(Erit DIOMEDES. That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan's skill, But with my heart the other eye doth see. My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, Which shipmen do the hurricano call The error of our eye directs our mind :

Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun, What error leads, must err; 0 then conclude, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. In his descent, than shall my prompted sword

(Exit Cressida. Falling on Diomed.


Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Tro. O Cressid ! O false Cressid ! false, false, false, Unarm thee, go: and doubt thou not, brave boy, Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. And they'll seem glorious.

Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Ulyss.

O, contain yourself; Which better fits a lion than a man. {for it Your passion diaws ears hither.

Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus ? ehide me Enter ÆNEAS.

Tru. When many times the captive Grecians fall,

Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord : You bid them rise and live.
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;

Hect. 0, 'tis fair play:
Ajax, your guard stays to conduct you home.


Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous lord, Hect. How now ? how now? adieu :


For the love of all the gods, Farewell, revolted fair !-and, Diomed,

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

And when we have our armours bnckled on, Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.

The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords ; Tro. Accept distracted thanks.

Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. [Exeunt TroilUS, Æneas, and Ulysses.

Hect. Fye, savage, fye! Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed!


Hector, then 'tis wars. I would croak like a raven ; I would bode, I would

Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the in- Tro. Who should withhold me ? telligence of this whore : the parrot will not do more Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire ; Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees, else holds fashion : A burning devil take them. (Exit. Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears,

Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, SCENE III.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace.

Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,
Enter Ilector and ANDROMACHE.

But by my ruin.
And. When was my lord so much ungently

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with Priam. temper'd,

Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast : To stop his ears against admonishment ?

He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in : Fall, all together.
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. (the day. Pri

Come, Hector, come, go back . And. My dreams will sure prove ominous to Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had vi. Hect. No more, I say.

sions ; Enter CASSANDRA.

Cassandra doth foresce; and I myselfCas.

Where is my brother Hector? Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, And. Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in intent.

To tell thee-ihat this day is ominous : Consort with me in loud and dear petition;

Therefore, come back. Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd


Æneas is a-field
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night

And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. Even in the faith of valour, to appear
Cas. 0, it is true.

This morning to them.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound !


But thou shalt not go. Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet

Hect. I must not break my faith. brother.


You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me Let me not shame respect; but give me leave

Cus. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; To take that course by your consent and voice, They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

Cas. 0 Priam, yield not to him. And. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy


Do not, dear father. To hurt by being just : it is as lawful,

Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: For we would give much, to use violent thefts, Upor the love you bear me, get you in. And rob in the behalf of charity.

(vow :

[Exit ANDROMACHE. Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong the

Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl But vows to every purpose must not hold :

Makes all these bodements. Unarm, sweet Hector.


O farewell, dear Hector. Hect. Hold you still, I say;

Look, how thou diest ! look, how thy eye turns pale ! Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate :

Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Hark, how Troy roars ! how Hecuba cries out! Holds honour far more precious dear than life.- How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!

Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Enter Trollus.

Like witless anticks, one another meet,
How now, young man ? mean’st tnou to fight to-day? And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead ! 'O Hector:
And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. Tro. Away!


(leave: (Erit CASSANDRA. Cas. Farewell.--Yet, soft.--Hector, I take my Hect. No, 'faith, young 'Troilus; doff thy harness, Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. (Exii youth,

Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim. I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:

Go in and cheer the town, we'll forth and fight; Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, [1o deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night

go, my lord.

Pn. Farewell : the gods with safety stand about they have suallowed one another: I would laugh at thee!

that miracle. i'et, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll (Exeunt severally PRIAM and Hector. scek them.

[Erit. Alarums.

SCENE V.- The same. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe,

Enter Diomedes and a Servant. I come to lose my arm, or win my sleere.

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse, As Troilus is going out, enter, fron the other side, Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: PANDARUS.

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,
Pun. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear ? And am her knight by proof.
Tro. What now?


I Pan. Here's a letter from you' poor girl.

[Erit Servant. Tro. Let me read.

Enter AGAMEMNON. Pan A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick su troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this Agam. Renew, renew! the fierce Polydamus girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon leave you one o'these days : And I have a rheum in Hath Doreus prisoner; mine eyes too; and such an ache in any bones, that, And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to Upon the pashed corses of the kings think on't.-What says she there?

Epistrophus and Cedius : Polisenes is slain :
Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from Amphimacus, and Thoas, deadly burt;
the heart;

( Tear ing the letter. Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
The effect doth operate another way [ther.- Sore hurt and bruis'd : the dreadful Sayittary
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toge- Appals our numbers ; haste we, Diomed,
My love with words and errors still she feeds; To reinforcement, or we perish all.
But edifies another with her deeds. (Ereunt severally.


Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame. Alarums : Excursions. Enter Thersites.

There is a thousand Hectors in the field :

Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, I'll go look on. 'That dissembling abomidable var. And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls let, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, young knave's sleeve of Troy there in his helın : 1 And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, would fain see them meet; that that same young Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes; that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, Dexterity so obeying appetite, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeve. That what he will, he does ; and does so much, less errand. O'the other side, The policy of those That proof is call'd impossibility. crafty swearing rascals,—that stale old mouse-eaten

Enter ULYSSES. dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,

Ulyss. 0 courage, courage, princes! great -is not proved worth a blackberry :-They set me

Achilles up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance; doy of as bad a kind, Achilles : and now is the cur Patroclus' wounds have rous’d his drowsy blood, Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm

Together with his mangled Myrmidons. (to him, to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim That noseless, handless

, hack'd and chippd, come barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.

And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it, Enter DIOMEDES, Troilus following

Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day

Mad and fantastick execution;
Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With such a careless force, and furceless care, I would swim after.

As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Thou dost miscall retire.

Bade him win all.
i do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude :

Enter AJAX.
Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus !

(Erit. Have at thee!

Dio. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy

Ay, there, there. whore, Trojan-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

Nest. So, so, we draw together.
LÉreunt TroiluS and Diomedes, fighting.

Enter AchULES.

Where is this Hector ?
Enter Hector.

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Hect. What art thou, Greek, art thou for Hector's Know what it is to meei Achilles angry. inatch?

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Art thou of blood, and honour ?

[Eceun. Ther. No, no :-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave: a very filthy rogue.

SCENE VI. - Another Part of the Field. Hect. I do believe thee;-live.


Enter AJAX. Ther. God a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! A ja.r. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy What's become of the wenching roguos ? I think,


you both.

Enter Diomedes.

Ther. What are thou?

Mar, a bastard sou of Priam's.
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus :

What would'st thou ?

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : Iam Dia. I would correct him.

(my office a bastard beyot, bastard instructed, bastard in inind, Agar. Were I the general, thou should'st have bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say ! what, Troilus! bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one

bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most uminous to Enter TROILUS.

us : if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, judgment: Farewell, bastard. thou traitor,

Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! ( Ereunt And pay the life thou ow'st me for my horse ! Dio. Ha! art thou there?

SCENE IX. - Another Part of the Field. Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.

Enter Hector
Dio. He is my prize. I will not look upon.
Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; hare at Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,

(Ereunt fightiny. Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Enter Hector.

Now is my day's work done: I'll take good breath: Hect. Yea, Troilus ? O well fought, my youngest

Rest, sword : thou hast thy fill of blood and death!

(Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield brother!

behind him. Enter ACHILLES.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrinidons. Achil. Now do I see thee :-Ha!-Have at thee,

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Hector. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:

Even with the rail and dark’ning of the sun, Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.

To close the day up, Hector's life is done. (Greek. Be happy, that my arms are out of use :

Hect. I am unarnu'd: forego this vantage, My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Bút thou anon shalt hear of me again ;

Achil. Strike, fellows, strike · this is the man I

seek. Till when, go seek thy fortune. (Exit.

(HECTOR falls. Hect.

Fare thee well :

So, Ilion, fall thou next; now, Troy, sink down; I would have been much more a fresher man,

Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother ?

On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.
Re-enter Trollus.

[A retreat sounded. Tro. Ajax bath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be ?

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. (lord. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,

Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, mny He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the Or bring him off :Fate, hear me what I say !

earth, I reck not though I ond iny life to-day. [Exit

. And, stickler like, the armies separates.

My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Enter one in sumptuous armour.

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art

Sheaths his sword. goodly mark:

Come tie his body to my horse's tail; No ? wilt thou not ?-I like thy armour well; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Ereuni. I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, (abide ? But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,

SCENE X.- The same. Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

Enier AGAMEMNON, Ajax, MENELAUS, Nestor, (Ereunt.

Diomedes, and others, marching. Shouts within.
SCENE VII.-The same.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that ?

Peace, arums.
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.


Achilles ! Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! (Achilles. Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel : Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath ; Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Great Hector was as good a man as he. Empale him with your weapons round about; Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent In fellest manner execute your arms.

To pray Achilles see us at our tentFollow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:

If in his death the gods have us befriended, It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Ereunt. Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ende

| Ereunt, marchiny SCENE VIII. - The same. Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then

SCENE XI.- Another Part of the Field. THERSITES.

Euter Æneas and Trojans. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now Never go home; here starve we out the night. iny double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The

Enter Troilus. bull bas the game :--'ware horns, ho!

Tro. Hector is slain. (Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS.


Hector?-The gods forbid: Enter MARGARELON

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's Mur Turn, slave, and fight.



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