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Enter Neftor.
Ned. 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 Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, 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 fo much,
That proof is call'd impoflibility.

Enter Ulysses.
Ulyf. Oh, courage, courage, Princes ; great Achilla
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance ;
Patroclus wounds have rowz'd his drowfie blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax has 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 fantastick execution ;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck in very spite of cunning
Bad him win all.

Enter Ajax.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus !

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

Enter Achilles.
Achil. Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-killer, sew me thy face:
Know, what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector, where's Hector ? I will none but Hellor. [Exit.


Re enter Ajax.

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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 have my

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

Enter Troilus,
Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy false face, thon

And pay thy life, thou owest 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

[Exeunt, fighting
Enter Hector.
Hea. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my younge&

Enter Achilles.
Achil. Now do I see thee; have at thee, Hector.
Heft. Pause, if thou wilt,

Achil. I do disdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan.
Be happy that my arms are out of use,
My Rest and Negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again :
Till when, go seek thy fortane.

Heet. 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 fame of ycnder glorious heav'n,


He fall 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.


Enter One in armour.

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He&t. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly

No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well,
I'll frush it, and unlock che ets 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 breach ;
And when I have the bloody Hector 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.
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 sparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo ; the bull has
the game : 'ware horns, ho.

[Ex. Paris and Menelaus,

Enter Bastard.
Baft. Turn, lave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?
Baf. A bastard son of Priam's.

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. Baft. The devil take thee, coward. [E 2016.

Enter Hector.
Heet. Most putrified core, fo fair without !
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take


breath : Reft, sword, thou hast thy fill of blood and death.

Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Heator, how the Sun 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. I am unarmd, forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, trike, this is the man I

So, llion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, link down :
Here lies thy heart, thy finews and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector lain.
Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wings of night o'erspreads the

earth; And, stickler-like, the armies separates. My half-supt sword, 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. (Exeunt.

[Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,

and i be reft marcbing.
Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that ?
Neft. Peace, drums.
Sol. Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's Nain, and by Achilles.

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


Ay.q. March hastily along; let one be sent
To pay Achilles see us at our Tent.
Je 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 slain.
All.' Hector !

the Gods forbid ?
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 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 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 shall tell Priam so? or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a scrietch-owl ay be callid,
Go into Troy, and say there, Hector's dead :
That is a word will Priam turn to stone ;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of it self. 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 rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd

coward !
No space of earth shall funder our twớ hates;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth Goblins swift as Frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free March to Troy! with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.


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