Enter Troilus. Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life, thou oweft me for my horse. Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomede Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Troi. Gome both, you cogging Greeks, have at [Exeunt, fighting, you both. Enter Hector. Heat. Yea, Troilus? O well fought my youngest brother. Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. [Fight. Achil. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Be happy that my arms are out of use, Hedt. Fare thee well; I would have been much more a fresher man, Enter Troilus. Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; fhall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n, He shall not carry him: I'll be taken too, Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay; Ireck not, though thou end my life to-day. [Exit Enter One in armour. Het. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well, F. 3. I'll frufh it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be mafter of it; wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exit. Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. Achil. 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 arms. Follow me, Sirs, and my Procceding eye: It is decreed-Hector the great muft die. SCENE XIII. Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris. THE [Exeunt. Ther.HE cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it now bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo now my double-hen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Baftard. Baft. Turn, flave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? Baft. A baftard fon of Priam's. I am a Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. baftard begot, baftard inftructed, baftard in mind, baftard 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 fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewel, baftard. Baft. The devil take thee, coward. [Exeunt. SCENE Heat. SCENE Enter Hector. XIV, OST putrified core, fo fair without!- life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take my breath : Reft, fword, thou haft thy fill of blood and death. Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Ev'n with the veil and darkning of the Sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. [They fall upon Hector, and kill him. Het. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek 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 hath the mighty Hector flain. Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth; And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates. My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, › Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. [Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the reft marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that? F4 Neft. Neft. Peace, drums. Sol. Achilles Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles ! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles. Ajax. If it is fo, yet braglefs let it be Great Hector was as good a man as he. : Aga. March haftily along; let one be sent Το 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. [Exeunt Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ene. STA night. Enter Troilus... Troi. Hector is flain. All. Hector!the Gods forbid ! Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horfe's tail. In beaftly fort dragg'd through the fhameful field. Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed; Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and fmite at Troy, I fay, at once. Let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our fure deftructions on. Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the Hoft. Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death, But dare all imminence, that Gods and men *Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed; Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and Smile at Troy,] Here Troilus is made to invoke the Gods to frown in one Line, and to smile in the other: And, as if he had not talked Nonfenfe enough, after having made them do and undo, and protra&t the Fate of Troy, in the next Line he begs them to be speedy and brief, and dispatch them at We should read and point the paffage thus, Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and smite at Troy, &c. once. Addrefs Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! * Make welling Niobes of the maids and wives; Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains : I'll through and through you. And thou, greatfiz'd coward! No space of earth shall funder our two hates; Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame [Strikes him. Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd: Oh, traitors and bawds, how earneftly are you fet at work, and how ill requited? why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it?let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting; *Make Wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;] We fhould certainly read, welling Niobes, i. e. Niobes welling, or ftreaming down with Tears. |