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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 ?
Ajar.

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
you both.

[Ereunt, fighting.

Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus: 0, well fought, my youngest

brother!

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Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!—Hare 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.

(Erit. Hect.

Fare thee well:-
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee-How now, my brother?

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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 fit, 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 pot 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.

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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 niost ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement: Farewell, bastard.

Mur. The devil take thee, coward! (Ereunt.

SCENE IX.

Another part of the field.

Enter Hector.

Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. 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 pight comes breathing at his heels : Even with the veil and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect. I am unarm’d; 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.

Take not this advantage.

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 separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly t would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

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

SCENE X.

The same.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio.
medes, and others, marching. Shouts within,
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest.

Peace, drums. [Within.)

Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

Dio. The bruitf 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,

• An arbitrator at athletick games.
# Fattening.
* Noise, rumour.

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