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Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I see thee; ''now have at thee,' Heitor'. Heet. Pause, if thou wilt.
[Fighi. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesie, proud Trojan. Be happy that my arms are out of use, My relt and negligence befriend thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again: 'Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Heet. Fare thee well;
[Exit. Enter One in armour.' Heat. Stand, stand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark: No ? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well, 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 your selves in breath; And when I have the bloody HeEtor found, Empale 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 must die. [Exeunt.
I have at thee,
Enter Therfices, 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 sparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo ; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho, [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Tber. I am a bastard too, I love baftards. I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard 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.
Bajt. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt.
Heat. Most putrified core, so fair without !
Enter Achilles and bis Myrmidons.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike, this is the man I seek. a
[They fall upon Hector, and kill him. So, Ilion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, sink down : Here lyes thy heart, thy sinews and thy bone. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, Achilles bath the mighty Hector Nain. Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my Lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspeads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separates ; b Come, tye his body to my horse's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
[Sound retreat, Sbout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,
and the rest, marching.
Ajax. If it is so, yet bragless let it be:
Achilles see us at our tent.
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Tre:. (a) This particular of Achilles overpowering Hector by numbers, is taken from the old Story-book.
(b) the armies separates ;
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 a finite all' Troy I say at once ; let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our fure destructions on!
Æne. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
[Strikes him. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at
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work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so lov’d, and the performance so loath’d? what verse for it? what instance for it? - let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, 'Till he hath lost his honey and his sting ; But being once subdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail, Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted clothsAs many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes half out weep out at Pandar's fall; Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aking bones. Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made : It should be now; but that my fear is this, a Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss; 'Till then, l'll sweat, and feck about for eases, And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.
(a) The publick flows were anciently under the jurifdi&tion of the Bishop of Winchester.