Imatges de pàgina

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty :
Tell her, I have chastis'u the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.
Ser. I go, my Lord.

[Exit Ser. S CE NE XI.

Enter Agamemnon.
Aga. Renew, renew : the fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner
And stands Colossus wise, waving his bean
Upon the pashed corles of the Kings,
Epiltropus and Odius, Polyxenus is lain;
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd ; the dreadful sanittary to
Appals our numbers : haite we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perilh all.

Enter Nestor.
Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the snail.pac'd Ajax arm for shame,
There are a thousaud Hectors in the field.
Now, here he fights on Galathe I his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled thoals
Before the belching whale : then is he yonder,
And there the strowy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath.
Here, there, and ev'ry 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.

* The introducing a bastard son of Priam, under the name of Margarelon, is one of the circumstances taken from the story-book of the three destructions of Troy.

+ 'Beyonde the royalme of Amafonne came an aunegent Kynge, wyse and dyscreete, named Epy/trophus, and brought a M. Knyghtes, • and i mervayllouse beite that called Sagittarye, that

hchynde the myddes was an horse, and to fore, a man. This • beste was heery lyke an horfe, and had his eyen red as a cole, and * Motte weli wüh a bowe. This beste made the Greekes fore aferde,

and fewe many of them with his bowe.The three destructions of Iroy, printed by Caxton. From the same buik is taken this name given to Hector's horse. VOL. VII,


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Enter. Ulysses.. U1/. Oh, courage, courage, Princes ; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curling, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy, blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That nofeless, handless, hack'd and chipt, come to bimy. Crying on Hector, sjax has 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 fantastic execution ; Engaging and redeeming of himself, With luch 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 ! [Exita
Dio. Ay, there, there.
Neft. So, so, we draw together,

Enter Achilles.
Achil. Where is this. Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-killer, shew me thy face : -
Know what it is to meet :Achilles angry.
Hector, where's Hector? I will none bat Hector. [Exitä.

Re-enter Ajax..
Ajax, Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy head!

Re-enter Diomede.
Die. Troilus, I say, where's . Troilas?:
sjux. What would'st thou?
Dio, I would correct him.
Ajax. Were I the General, thou should'st have my

Ere that correction. Troiļus, I say, what! Troilus?

Enter Troilus.
Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn tliy falfe face, thou
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse. [traitor,

Dio. Ha, art thou there?

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Ajax. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Diomede.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Troi: Come both, you cogging Greeks, have at you

[Excunt, fighting.

Enter Hector.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest

Enter. Achilles,
Achil. Now do I see thee; have at thee, Hector.
Heft. 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 ihalt hear of me again.
Till when, go leek thy fortune.

- Hect. Fare thee-well..
I would have been much more, a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother?:

Enter Troilus.
Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious beav'n,
He shall not carry him. I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say;
I reck not, though thou end my life to day: [Exit.

Enter one in armour..
Heft: Stand, stand, thou Greek, thou. art a goodly
No! wilt thou not? I like thy armour well, [mark,
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivers-all,
But I'll be master of it'; wilt thou dot, beast, abide ?
Why then, Hy 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,
Impale him with your weapons round about ;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding eye.
It is decreed--Hector the great mult die, [Exeunt,

SC E NE XIII, Enter Therfites, Menelaus, and Paris. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now bull, now dcg; ’loo, Paris, 'loo; now my doublehen'd sparrow; 'loo, Paris, loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, bo.

[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Bastard.
Baft. Turn, save, and fight.
Ther. What art thou ?
Bajt. A bastard son of Priam's.
Ther. I am I bastard too, I love bastards.

I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, ba. Atard in valour, in every thing illegitimate : one bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one baltard ? take beed, the quarrel's most ominous to us. If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewel, bastard. Bajt. The devil take thee, coward, [Exeunt.

SCE NE XIV. Enter Hector.
Helt. Most putrified core, fo fair without!
Thy goodly armour thus hatb cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done ; I'll take my breath :
Rest, sword, tbou 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, Hector's life is done,

Heft. I am unarm'd torego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike, chis is the man I seek.

{They fall upon Hector, and kill him So, Ilion, fall thou next. low, Troy, link down. Here lies thy heart, thy fiocws, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector fitin. Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my Lord, schil. The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the

earth; 7 his particular of Achilles overpowering Hector by numbers, is taken from the old Itory book.

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And, Nickler-like, the armies separates.
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, Nestor, Diomede,

and the rest marching.
Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that?

Neft. Peace, drums.
Sol, Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain ! Achilles"!
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's lain, 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

pray 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.



S CE N E Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus. Æne, Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night.

Enter Troilus.

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Troi. Hector is slain.

All. Hector ! the gods.forbid!

Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horse's tail
In- beastly fort dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heav'ns, effect 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 fo.
I do not speak of Aight, of fear, of death,
But dare all eminence, that gods and men
Address their dangers in. He&or is gone!
Who shall tell Priam so? or Hecuba ?

the armies separates.
My half fupt sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas’d with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed,
Come, tie, bo

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