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Troi. Away!

Caf. Farewel : yet, soft : Hector, I take my leave ; Thou do'it thy self and all our Troy deceive. [Exit.

Heat. You are amaz’d, my Liege, at her exclaim: Go in and cheer the town, we'll forth and fight, Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Priam. Farewel : the Gods with safety stand about thee !

[ Alarum, Troi. They're at it, hark: proud Diomede, believe I come to lose my arm, or win my Neeve.

SC E N E VIII.

you hear?

Enter Pandarus.
Pan. Do you hear, my Lord ? do
Troi. What now?
Pan. Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.
Troi. Let me read.

Pan. A whoreson prisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ach in my bones, that unless a man were curst, I cannot tell what to think on't. What says she there?

[heart. Troi. Words, words, meer words; no matter from the Th' effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter. Go wind to wind, there turn and change together : My love with words and errors still she feeds ; But edifies another with her deeds.

Pan. Why, but hear you

Troi. Hence, ? 'brothel-lacquy ! ignominy and shame Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exçunt.

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The field between Troy and the Camp. [Alarum.] Enter Thersites: Tber. Now they are clapper-clawing one another,

I'll go look on: chat disembling abominable Varlet, Diomede, has got that same scurvy, doating, foolish young knave's Neeve of Troy there in his helm : I would fain see them meet ; that, that same young Trojan ass that loves the whore there might send that Greekish whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a Neeveless errand. Oth' other side, the policy of those crafty 8'[neering rascals, that ftale old mouse-eaten dry cheese Nestor, and that same dog-fox Ulyljes, is not prov'd worth a blackberry. They set me up in policy that mungril cur Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind Achilles. And now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm today. Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barba. rism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.

Enter Diomede and Troilus.

Soft - here comes fleeve, and t'other,

Troi. Fly not ; for should'st thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.

Dio. Thou dost miscall Retire :
I do not fly, buc advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude ;
Have at thee!

[They go off fighting. Ther. Hold thy whore, Greciar : now for thy whore, Trojan: now the neeve, now the Neeve, now the neeve!

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Enter Hector. Heet. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Heftor's match ? Art thou of blood and honour ?

Tber. No, no: I am a rascal ; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee ---. live.

[Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me!'What's become of the wenching rogues ? I think they have swallow'd one another. I would laugh at that miracle -- yet in a fort, letchery eats itself: I'll seek them.

[Exit. Enter Diomede and Servant. Dio. Go go, my fervant, take thou Troilus' horse, Present the fair (teed to my Lady Cresid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty : Tell her, I have chattis'd the amorous Trojan, Ar.dam her knight by proof. Ser. I go, my Lord.

[Exit Servant.

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Enter Agamemnon.
Aga. Renew, renew: the fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon a
Hath Doreus prisoner,
And stands Colossus-wise, waving his beam
Upon the pashed corses of the Kings
Epistropus and Odius. Polyxenus is Nain ;
Ampbimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'n or Nain, and Palamedes

Sore

(a) The introducing a bastard son of King Priam, under the name of Margarelon, is one of the circumstances taken from the Story-book of the ibree defiruttions of Troy.

Theobald.

Sore hurt and bruis’d; the dreadful Sagittary a
Appals our numbers : haste we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perifh all..

Enter Neftor.
Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.
There are a thousand Hectors in the field :
Now here he fights on Galatheb his horse,
And there lacks work, anon he's there a-foot,
And there they fie or die, like scaled shoals
Before the belching whale: then is he yonder,
And there the strawy 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.

Enter Ulysses. Ulys. Oh, courage, courage, Princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance ; Patroclus' wounds have rowz'd his drowsie blood, Together with his mangled N1yrmidons, That noseless, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath 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 fantaftick execution : Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care,

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(a) This is a fiation taken from the old Story-book which makes a King to come from far to the Alliance of Troy with an armed force, and with it a marvellous beast call's Sagittary, half Man, half Horse, qwhich made great havock among the Greeks, and Aruck terror through

Theobald. (b) From the fame book is taken this name given to Hector's horso.

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Their army.

As if that luck in very spite of cunning
Bad him win all.

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Enter Ajax.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus !

[Exit, Dio. Ay, there, there. Neft. So, so, we draw together,

[Exeunt. 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 but Hector. [Exit.

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

Re-enter Diomede.
Dio. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus?
Ajax. What wouldst thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the General, thou should'st have my office, Ere that correction : Troilus, I say, what, Troilus !

Enter Troilus.
Troi. Oh traitor Diomede! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life, thou owest me for my horfe.

Dio. Ha, art thou there?
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomede.
Dio. 9 'No, he is my prize, I will not look on.'
Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks, have at you both.

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

Enter 9 He is my prize, I will not look upon.

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