Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,1 Enter NESTor. 3 Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; That what he will, he does; and does so much, 1 i. e. his lance, like a weaver's beam. 2 Bruised, crushed. 3 "A mervayllous beaste that was called Sagittayre, that behynde the myddes was an horse, and to fore, a man: this beste was heery like an horse, and shotte well with a bowe: this beste made the Greekes sore aferde, and slewe many of them with his bowe."-Destruction of Troy, by Caxton. 4 i. e. dispersed shoals. "A scull of fishes-examen vel agmen piscium" (Baret)—was also, in more ancient times, written “a scoole." Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance. Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, Enter AJAX. [Exit. Ay, there, there. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Nest. So, so, we draw together.1 Achil. Enter ACHILles. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field. Enter AJAX. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! 1 This remark seems to be made in consequence of the return of Ajax to the field, he having lately refused to coöperate or draw together with the Greeks. 2 i. e. murderer of boys. Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. Dio. I would correct him. What wouldst thou? Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office Ere that correction.-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter TROILus. Tro. O, traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone; stand, Diomed. Enter HECTOR. 2 Hect. Yea, Troilus! O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Now do I see thee; ha!-Have at thee, Hector. Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan; Be happy, that my arms are out of use. My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Till when, go seek thy fortune. Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, 1 That is, I will not be a looker-on. 2 Cheating; Cicero bears witness to this character of the ancient Greeks. Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be? Enter one in sumptuous armor. [Exit. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark : No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armor well; I'll frush2 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. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. 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 execute3 your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye! It is decreed-Hector the great must die. SCENE VIII. The same. [Exeunt. Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then THERSItes. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGarelon. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? 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 valor, 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. Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Enter HECTOR. Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armor 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; 2 Hect. I am unarmed: forego this vantage, Greek. 1 Bastard, in ancient times, was not a disreputable appellation. 2 "The vail of the sun," is the sinking, setting, or vailing of the sun. |