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Patroclus ta’en or slain, and Palamedes
. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
Enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus.
Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office,
Dio. Ha, art thou there?
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesie, proud Trojan.
HeEZ. Fare thee well;
(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 Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about : In fellelt manner execute your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceeding eye : It is decreed--- Hector the great must dye.
+ Or, care not.
S CE N E XIII.
Enter Thersites, Menelaus and Paris. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: bull, now dog ; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double-hend & sparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho.
(Ex. Paris and Menelaus.
Ther. I am a bastard too, I love bastards. 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. Baft. The devil take thee coward.
[Exeunt. SCENE XIV.
Heft. Most putrified core! so fair without: Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take my
breath : Rest sword, thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look He&tor, now the fun 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. [They fall upon Hector and kill him.
Hect. 8 Spartan in the old edition,
Hect. I am unarm’d, forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike, this is the man I seek.
[Exeunt. Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth;
[Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomede,
and the rest, marching.
Ajax. If it is so, yet bragless let it be:
Aga. March patiently along; let one be sent To 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. [Exeunt.
SN E N E XV.
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.
-the armies separate;