Imatges de pÓgina

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,

and i be rell, marching.
Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that?
Ne l'eace, drums.
Sol. Achilles! Achil'es! Hector's slain ! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's pain, and by Achilles,

Ajax. If it is so, yet bragless let it be:
Great HeElor was as good a man as he.

Ag”. March patiently along: let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent. Jf in his death the Gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exe.

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.

Enter Troilus.
Troi. Hector is flain.
All. HeEor!

-the Gods forbid !
Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer'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 smile at Troy!
I say, at once, let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on.

Æne. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so :
I do not speak of fight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence, that Gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hesor is gone!
Who shall tell Priam' fo? or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a scrietch owl ay be call'd,
Go into Troy, and say there, Hector's dead :
That is a word will Priam turn to itone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself.

But march away,
H Et or is dead: there is no more to say.



Stay yet, you vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains :
Let Titan rise as early as he dare, [coward!
I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd
No space of earth fall funder our two hates ;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience ftill,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free march to‘Truy! with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward wce.

Enter Pandarus.
Pan. But hear you, hear you !
Trii. Hence, brethel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame

Striker bim.
Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt,

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earn Itly are you let at work, and how ill requited ? why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd ? what verse for it, what instance for it let me see Fun merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till be hathi loft his honey and his fting; But being once subdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted clothscape As 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. Erethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence iny will shall here be mad: : It should be now; but that my fear is this, Some galled goose of if in hejter would hils: 'Till then, I'll sweat, and look about for eases ; And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.

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