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Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

Sero.

I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.

Enter Agamemnon.

Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus 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; aud 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-pac'd 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 call'd impossibility.

* Lance.

+ Bruised, crushed.

Shoal of fish.

Enter Ulysses.

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

That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastick 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.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus !
Dio.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.

[Erit.

Ay, there, there.

Achil.

Enter Achilles.

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.

[Exeunt.

Killer.

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 would'st thou?

Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st 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 ow'st 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!

Not be a looker-on. + Lying.

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.

[Exit.

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 youder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off-Fate, hear me what I say!
I reckt not though I end my life to-day.

Enter one in sumptuous armour.

[Exit.

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

No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well;

I'll frushtit, 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.

[Exeunt.

• Prevail over.

+ Care.

Burst.

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 arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:

It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

The same.

Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Ther. sites.

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?

* Employ.

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