Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.

Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.

Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire.

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.

Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now for thy whore, Trojan!-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

[Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.

Enter HECTOR.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood, and honor?

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

Hect. I do believe thee;-live.

[Exit.

Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another; I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.

SCENE V. The same.

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.

[Exit.

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

Serv.

I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.

Enter AGAMEMNON.

Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon

Hath Doreus prisoner;

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius. Polixenes is slain;

Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter NESTOR.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.—
There is a thousand Hectors in the field;
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,
And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath.
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is called impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance. Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

And foams at mouth, and he is armed, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day

Mad and fantastic execution;

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

Bade him win all.

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. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field.

Enter AJAX.

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

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

Ajax.

Dio. I would correct him.

What wouldst thou?

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?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone; stand, Diomed.
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.

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.

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.

Enter one in sumptuous armor.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark :

No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armor 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.

[Exeunt.

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 arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye!
It is decreed-Hector the great must die.

SCENE VIII. The same.

[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 horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.

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 valor, 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 judgment. Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt.

SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field.
Enter HECTOR.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.

t

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.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels. Even with the vail and darkening of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarmed: forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls. 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. [A retreat sounded. 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 separate.

My half-supped sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

[Sheathes his sword.

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

SCENE X. The same.

[Exeunt.

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

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Nest.

Peace, drums.

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.