Enter Achilles. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou Boy-killer, fhew thy Faces Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Enter Ajax. [Exit Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward Troilus, fhew thy Head. Enter Diomede. Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus? Ajax. What wouldst thou Die. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the General, E'er that Correction: Troilus, Ifay, what,Troiluss Troi. Oh Traitor Diomede! And pay thy Life, thou oweft me for my Horfe! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone, ftand, Diomede Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Troi. Come, both you cogging Greeks, have at you both. [Exeunt fighting. Enter Hector.. Helt. Yea, Troilus? O well fought, my youngest Brother. Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector. Achil. I do difdain thy Courtefie, proud Trojan, Be happy that my Arms are out of use: 2 Till when, go feek thy Fortune. Hect. Fare thee well; I would have been much more a fresher Man, Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be? [Fight. Or Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay; I wreak not, though thou end my Life to Day, Enter one in Armour. Het. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, Thou art a goodly Mark: No? wilt thou not? I like thy Armour well, [Exit. But I'll be Mafter of it; wilt thou not, Beaft, abide? Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons. [Exit. [Exe Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris. Ther. The Cuckold, and the Cuckold-maker are at it: Now Bull, now Dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double hen'd Sparrow; loo, Paris, 'loo; the Bull has the Game: 'ware Horns, ho. [Exit Paris and Menelaus. Enter Baftard. Baft. Turn, Slave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? Baft. A Baftard Son of Priam's. Ther, I am a Baftard too, I love Baftards, I am a Baftard begor, Baftard inftructed, Baftard in Mind, Bastard in Valour, in every thing Illegitimate: One Bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one Baftard? Take heed, the Quarrel's moft ominous to us: If the Son of a Whore fight for a Whore, he temps Judgment: Farewel, Baftard. Baft. The Devil take the Coward. Hect. Moft putrified Core! fo fair without [Exeunt. Enter Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons. [They fall upon Hector and kill him, Hark, a Retreat upon our Grecian part. [Exeunti Myr. The Trojan Trumpets found the like, my Lord. Achil. The dragon Wing of Night o'erfpreads the Earth, And, Stickler-like, the Armies feparates; My half fupt Sword, that frankly would have fed, Along the Field, I will the Trojan trail. [Sound Retreat. [Exeunt. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the rest marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that? Neft. Peace, Drums.: Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain, Achilles! Great Hector was as good a Man as he. Aga. March patiently along; let one be fent If in his Death the Gods have us befriended, [Exeunt Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ane. Stand ho, yet are we Masters of the Field, Never go home, here ftarve we out the Night. Enter Troilus, Troi. Hector is flain. All. Hector!-the Gods forbid! Troi He's dead, and at the Murtherer's Horfe's Tail, Ane. My Lord, you do discomfort all the Hoft. Stay yet, you vile abominable Tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian Plains: I'll through and through you. And thou great fiz'd Coward I'll haunt thee, like a wicked Confcience ftill, That mouldeth Goblings fwift as Frenfies thoughts, Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you? Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacky, Ignominy and Shame, [Strikes him. Purfue thy Life, and live aye with thy Name. [Exeunt. ·Pan A goodly med'cine for mine aking Bones: Oh World! World! World! thus is the poor Agent defpis'd: Oh, Traitors and Bawds; how earnestly are you fet at Work, and how ill requited? why fhould our Endeavour be fo defir'd, and the Performance fo loath'd? What Verse for it? what inftance for it?Let me fee Full Full merrily the Humble Bee doth fing, Good Traders in the Flefh, fet this in your painted Cloaths; Your Eyes half out, weep out at Pandar's Fall; [Exeunt. |