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Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
Ay, there, there.
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.
ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
Enter Ajax. Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
What would'st thou?
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
Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
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.
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.
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 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.