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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.

Enter Ulysses.
Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great

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 ! [Exit.

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

Enter Achilles. Achil.

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.




Enter Ajax. Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy


Enter Diomed.

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

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? Ajar. 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


Enter Achilles.
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!--Have at thee,

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.

[Exit. 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 reck not though I end my life to-day. [E.xit.

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 it, 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.




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.




Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting; then

Thersites. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! ’Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henn'd 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?
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 most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, bastard.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [Exeunt.



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 night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, To close the day up, Ilector's life is done.

Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.

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