Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay; Enter one in Armour. Helt. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, Thou art a goodly Mark: No? wilt thou not? I like thy Armour well, 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. [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. 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 most ominous to us: If the Son of a Whore fight for a Whore, he temps Judgment: Farewel, Ballard, Baft. The Devil take the Coward. Hect. Mft putrified Core! fo fair without [Exeunt. Enter Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons. [They fall upon Hector and kill him, Hect. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek. Hark, a Retreat upon our Grecian part. [Exeunts 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, Come, tye his Body to my Hoife's Tail: Along the Field, I will the Trojan trail. [Sound Retreat. [Exeunt Shouts 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! Dio. The Bruit is, Hector's flain, and by 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, Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Troi. Hector is flain. All. Hector!the Gods forbid! [Exeunt. ་ Troi He's dead, and at the Murtherer's Horfe's Tail, Ane. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the Hoft. Stay yet, you vile abominable Tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian Plains: Let Titan rife, as early as he dare, I'll through and through you. And thou great fiz'd Coward No space of Earth fhall funder our two Hates, I'll haunt thee, like a wicked Confcience ftill, That mouldeth Goblings swift as Frenfies thoughts, Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you? Troi. Hence, Brothel, Lacky, Ignominy and Shame, [Strikes him. Pursue thy Life, and live aye with thy Name. [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine aking Bones: Ok 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 Verfe for it? what inftance for it ?Let me fee Full Full merrily the Humble Bee doth fing, Good Traders in the Flesh, set this in your painted Cloaths; Your Eyes half out, weep out at Pandar's Fall; [Exeunt. |