Imatges de pÓgina


Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the fnail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame,
There are a thoufand Hectors in the field:
Now, here he fights on Galathe his horfe,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, like scaled fhoals
Before the belching whale then is he yonder,
And there the ftrawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath;
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes ;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does fo much,
That proof is call'd impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Ulyf. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achillas Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus wounds have rowz'd his drowfie blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

come to him,

That nofelefs, handlefs, hackt and chipt,
Crying on Hector. Ajax has loft a friend,
And foams at mouth; and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to day
Mad and fantastick execution;

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a carelefs force, and forceless care,
As if that luck in very spite of cunning

Bad him win all.

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Achil. Where is this Hector ?

Come, come, thou boy-killer, fhew me thy face:

Know, what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exit.

Re enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head!
Re enter Diomede.

Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus?

Ajax. What wouldst thou?

Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the General, thou shouldst have my

Ere that correction: Troilus, I fay, what! Troilus?

Enter Troilus.

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

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

Dio. Ha, art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomede.

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks, have at you both.

Enter Hector.

[Excunt, fighting.

Heat. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my younges brother.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector.
Hect. Paufe, if thou wilt,

Achil. I do difdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan.

Be happy that my arms are out of use,
My Reft and Negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again :
Till when, go feek 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; fhall it be? No, by the flame of ycnder glorious heav'n,




He fhall 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.

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Enter One in armour.

Heat. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark:


No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well,
I'll fruth it, and unlock the rivets all,

But I'll be mafter of it; wilt thou not, beat, abide?.
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.


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 your felves 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 Proceeding eye, It is decreed- Hector the great muft die. [Exeunt.

Enter Baftard.

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 fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho.

Baft. Turn, flave, and fight..
Ther. What art thou?

[Ex. Paris and Menelaus,

Baft. A baftard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. I am a baftard begot, baftard inftructed, bastard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one Bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one bastard? 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.

Enter Hector.

Het. Moft putrified core, fo fair without !Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy 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: Hect. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, trike, 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 wings of night o'erfpreads 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, tye his body to my horse's tail :

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.


[Sound retreat. Shout.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,

and the reft 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.
Ajax. If it is fo, yet braglefs let it be

Great Hector was as good a man as he.


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March haftily along; let one be sent

To pay Achilles fee us at our Tent.

Jin his death the Gods have us befriended,

Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exe. Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night.

Troi. Hector is flain.

All. Hector!

Enter Troilus.

the Gods forbid ?

Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horfe's tail
In beaftly fort dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed;
Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and smile at Troy!
I fay, at once, let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure deftructions on.

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort 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
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!

Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba ?
Let him, that will a fcrietch-owl ay be call'd,
Go into Troy, and fay there, Hector's dead:
That is a word will Priam turn to ftone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of it felf. But march away,
Hector is dead: there is no more to say.
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

No space of earth fhall funder our two hates;

I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,

That mouldeth Goblins fwift as Frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free March to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge fhall hide our inward woe.


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