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And ftands Coloffus-wife, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corfes of the kings
Epiftropus and Cedius: Polixenes is flain;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or flain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers; hafte we, Diomed,
To re-inforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.

Nef. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
[to his Followers.
And bid the fnail-pac'd Ajax arm for fhame.-
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 fculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the ftrawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath :
Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes ;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does fo much,
That proof is call'd impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Uly. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowzy blood; Together with his mangl'd Myrmidons,

That nofeless, handlefs, hackt and chipt come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft a friend,

And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,

Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day

Mad and fantaftic execution;

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a careless force, and forcelefs care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bad him win all.

The complicate ideas of the whale chafing a fcull of small fish, or a mower fweeping down grafs, magnify Hector's character, as an overbearing warrior, very much.

Enter Ajax.

Aja. Troilus! thou coward Troilus !

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Nef. So, fo, we draw together.

Enter Achilles.

Ach. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, fhew me thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry :

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

Enter Ajax.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Aja. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head!
Enter Diomed.

Dio. Troilus, I fay! where's Troilus?
Aja. What would'st thou?

Dio. I would correct him.

Aja. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I fay! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus.

Tro. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy falfe face, thou traitor,

And pay the life thou ow'st me for my horfe.

Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Aja. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomed.

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you [Exeunt, fighting.

both.

Enter Hector.

Hec. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

Enter Achilles.

Ach. Now do I fee thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector. Hec. Paufe, if thou wilt.

[Dropping his word.

Ach. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.

Be happy, that my arms are out of use:

My reft and negligence befriend thee now,

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But thou anon fhalt hear of me again; 'Till when, go seek thy fortune.

Hec. Fare thee well:

I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus baftily.

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; fhall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He fhall not carry him; I'll be ta’en too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I fay!
I reck not though I end my life to-day.

[Exitt.

[Exit. Alarums. Enter Grecians, and pafs over; amongst them, one in goodly armour.

Hec. Stand, ftand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark!

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

I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

But I'll be mafter of it :-Wilt thou not, beaft, abide ? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

SCENE VII. The fame.

Alarums. Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.
Ach. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons ;
Mark what I fay,-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 felleft manner execute your aims.
Follow me, firs, and my proceedings eye :-
It is decreed-Hector the great mußt die.

SCENE VIII. The fame ‡.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Alarums. Enter Paris and Menelaus, fighting; Therfites after them.

The. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it :Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my

This is a very odd whim of Achilles to leave his great antagonist fo indeterminately, when a regular challenge had paffed between them All these excurfionary scenes are much too full of action for representation,

double

double hen'd sparrow! loo, Paris, loo! The bull has [Exeunt Par. and Men.

the

game:'ware horns, ho!

Enter Margarelon.

Mar. Turn, flave, and fight.

The. What art thou?

Mar. A baftard son of Priam's.

The. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am baf tard begot, bastard inftructed, baftard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the for of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, baftard

Mar. The devil take thee, coward!

SCENE IX. Another part of the field.

Alarms. Enter Hector.

Hec. Moft putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life.

[Exit. [Exit.

Now is my day's work done; I'li take good breath:

[Putting off his belmet. Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death.

Shouts within. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Ach. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the veil and darking of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

[Affaulting him

Hec. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek. Ach. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek.— [Hector falls t So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, fink down; Here lies thy heart, thy finews, and thy bone.On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles bath the mighty Hector flain. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.

[Retreat heard.

t This is a moft cowardly mean conqueft of Hector.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord. Ach. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the earth; And, ftickler-like, the armies feparate.

My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

Putting up bis fword.

Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail ‡.

[Exeunt, dragging out the body.

"SCENE X. The fame §.

"March. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Diomed, Neftor, and others. Shouts within.

"Aga. Hark, hark! what shout is that ? "Nef. Peace, drums.

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[Within.] Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! "Achilles !

"Dio. The bruit is-Hector's flain, and by Achilles. "Aja. If it be fo, yet braglefs let it be ; "Great Hector was as good a man as he.

"Aga. March patiently along:-Let one be fent, "To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.

"If in his death the gods have us befriended,
"Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

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[Exeunt, marching. SCENE XI. Another part of the field; under Troy. Retreat founded. Enter Trojans confujedly; to them, Æneas.

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter Troilus.

Tro. Hector is flain.

All. Hetor? the gods forbid !

Tro. He's dead; and at the murtherer's horse's tail, In beastly fort dragg'd through the shameful field.— Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!

This shows a most brutal conqueror, or rather warlike affaffin, but is confiftent with hiftory.

§ This short fcene has no business here, and had better be omitted.

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