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Cres. Enough, my lord; you've said enough.
Shall be no more the subject of your curses:
[She stabs herself; they both run to her.
Diom. Help save her, help!
Cres. Stand off, and touch me not, thou traitor Diomede ;
But you, my only Troilus, come near:
Trust me, the wound, which I have given this breast,
Troil. This were too much, even if thou hadst been false!
But oh, thou purest, whitest innocence,~
And hurled at me, a bolder wretch than they,
Cres. Hear him not, heavens;
But hear me bless him with my latest breath!
Troil. She's gone for ever, and she blest me dying! Could she have cursed me worse! she died for me, And, like a woman, I lament for her. Distraction pulls me several ways at once: Here pity calls me to weep out my eyes, Despair then turns me back upon myself, And bids me seek no more, but finish here.
[Points his Sword to his Breast.
Ha, smilest thou, traitor! thou instruct'st me best,
I triumph in thy vain credulity,
Which levels thy despairing state to mine;
Makes thine the sharper and more shameful loss.
But thou hast given me pleasure ere I die,
[To his Soldiers. For heaven and hell have marked him out for me, And I should grudge even his least drop of blood To any other hand.
[TROILUS and DIOMEDE fight, and both Parties engage at the same time. The Trojans make the Greeks retire, and TROILUS makes D:0MEDE give ground, and hurts him. Trumpets sound. ACHILLES enters with his Myrmidons, on the backs of the Trojans, who fight in a ring, encompassed round. TROILUS, singling DIOMEDE, gets him down, and kills him; and ACHILLES kills TROILUS upon him. All the Trojans die upon the place, TROILUS last.
Enter AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, AJAX, and Attendants.
Achil. Our toils are done, and those aspiring walls, The work of gods, and almost mating heaven, Must crumble into rubbish on the plain.
Agam. When mighty Hector fell beneath thy sword, Their old foundations shook; their nodding towers Threatened from high the amazed inhabitants; And guardian-gods, for fear, forsook their fanes. Achil. Patroclus, now be quiet; Hector's dead;
And, as a second offering to thy ghost,
Ajax. Revenged it basely:
For Troilus fell by multitudes opprest,
Now peaceful order has resumed the reins,
SPOKEN BY THERSITES.
THESE cruel critics put me into passion;
Lilburn, the most turbulent, but the boldest and most upright of men, had the merit of defying and resisting the tyranny of the king, of the parliament, and of the protector. He was convicted in the star-chamber, but liberated by the parliament; he was tried on the parliamentary statute for treasons in 1651, and before Cromwell's high court of justice in 1654 ; and notwithstanding an audacious defence, which to some has been more perilous than a feeble cause, he wasy in both cases, triumphantly acquitted.