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

[Exit Servant.

I go, my lord.

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 t 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 spail-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 ily, or die, like scaled sculls $ Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Tall 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's impossibility.

• Lance.

Shoal of fish,

+ Bruised, crushed.

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 ! [Erit. Dio.

Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Enter Achilles.

Achil.

Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy.queller*, show tby face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Ereunt.

• 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.

What would'st thou?
Dio. I would correct him.
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

[Exeunt, fighting.

you both.

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 abon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

[Erit. 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 reckt not though I end my life to-day. [Erit.

Enter one in sumptuous armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly

mark: No? wilt thou not?- I like thy armour well; I'll frush t it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,

abide ? Why then, fy, 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. (Ereunt.

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! Dow 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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