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Another Part of the Field.
Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
What would'st thou ?
office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus !
Tro. O traitor Diomed !-- turn thy false face, thou
traitor, And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my
horse! Dio. Ha! art thou there? Ajar. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both.
Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother?
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too, Or bring bim off:-Fate, hear me what I say! I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Erit.
Enter one in sumptuous armour. Hect. 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.
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 yourselves in breath; 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 proceedings eye:It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Ereunt.
Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henn'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho!
[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Mar. 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 judgement: Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Ereunt.
Another Part of the Field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death! [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Hect. 48 I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[Hector falls. So, llion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. —
[A retreat sounded. 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, 49 And, stickler-like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
[Sheaths his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Nestor,
Peace, drums. [Within.]
Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !
Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Agam. March patiently along :- Let one be sent To pray
Achilles see us at our tent.