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Enter Troilus.
Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede!! turn thy false face, thou

And pay thy life, thou owest me for my horse.

Dio. Ha, art thou' there?
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomedes
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks, have at

[Exeunt; fighting,
Enter Hector.
Heat. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest

Enter Achilles.
Achil. Now do I see thee, have at thee, Hector.
He&t. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan,
Be happy that my arms are out of use,
My Reft and Negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again :
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

He&t. Fare thee well;
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother?

Enter. Troilus.
Troi. Ajax bath ta'en Eneas; shall 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;
I reck not, though thou end my life to-day. [Exit;"

Enter One in armour. Heft. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly:

mark: No? Wilt thou not? I like thy armour well,


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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. [Exit.

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 Proceeding cye:
It is decreed-Hefor the great must die.


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Enter Therlites, Menelaus and Paris.
Ther. THE cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are

at it: now bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double-ben'd sparrow; 'loo, Paris, loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho.

Excunt Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Bastard.
Baft. Turn, llave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou ?
Baft. A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too, I love bastards.
bastard begot, baitard instructed, baftard 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.

Baft. The devil take thee, coward. (Exeunt.

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Enter Hector.
Heet. OST putrified core, so fair without!

Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy

Now is my day's work done ; I'll take my breath :
Rest, sword, thou haft thy fill of blood and death.

Enter Achilles and his' Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Ev'n with the veil and darkning of the Sun,
To close the day up, He&or's life is done.

[They fall upon He&or, and kill him. He&t. I am unarm’d, forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike, this is the man I

So, Ilion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, link down :
Here lies 'thy heart, thy linews 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

And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supt sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail :
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt.

(Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the rest

, marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that?



Neft. Peace, drums.
Sol. Achilles ! ^ Achilles ! He&or's flain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's llain, and by Achilles.

Ajax. If it is so, yet bragless.let it be :
Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March hastily along ; let one be sent

Achilles see us at our Tent..
If in his death the Gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

(Exeunts S: CE N E

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Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ene. TAND, ho! yet are we masters of the field;

Never go home, here ftarve we out the

Enter Troilus...
Troi. Hector is flain.
All. He&tor !--the Gods forbid !

Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horse's tail.
In beastly fort dragg’d through the shameful field.
* Frown on, you heav'ns, effečt your rage with speed;
Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and smite at Troy,
I say, at once. Let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on.

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the Host.

Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so :
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 al 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 Nonsense enough, after having made them do and undo, and protra& the Fate of Troy, in the next Linc he begs them to be speedy and brief, and dispatch them at

We should read and point the passage thus,
Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and smite at Troy, br.



Address their dangers in. He&tor is gone!
Who shall tell Priam so ? or Hecuba ?
Let him, that will a screech-owl ay be call'd,
Go into Troy, and say there, Hector's dead :
That is a word will Priam turn to stone ;
* Make welling Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word, -
Scare Troy out of itself. But march away, -
Heitor is dead: there is no more to say.
Stay yet, you vile abominable Tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains :
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you. And thou, great-

fiz'd coward !
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience ftill,
That mouldeth Goblins swift as Frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free March to Troy! with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you?
Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, shame

[Strikes him. Parsue 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 de{pis:d : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at work, and how ill requited ? why hould our endeavour be so lov'd, and the performance fo, loath'd ? what verse for it? what instance for it? let me seeFull merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;

* Make Wells and Niobes of the maids and wives ;] We should : certainly read, welling Niobes, i. e. Niobes welling, or streaming da wa with Tears.


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