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Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
[A retreat sounded.
[Sheaths his sword.
SCENE X-The same.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within." Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nest. Peace, drums. [Within.] Achilles !
Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles!
Dio. The bruit is-Hector 's slain, and by Achilles.
Agam. March patiently along:-Let one be sent
SCENE XI-Another part of the Field.
Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Tro. Hector is slain.
All. Hector?-The gods forbid!
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
An arbitrator at athletic games. + Fattening.
I. e. derisively.
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
I'll through and through you!—And thou, great-sized coward!
[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter from the other side, PANDARUS.
Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy† and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.
[Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traito and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it ?-Let me see:Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.—
+ Canvas hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottos. Some one affected with lues.
SCENE.-Partly in Rome, and partly in the Territories of the
Volscians and Antiates.
Enter a Company of mutinous CITIZENS, with Staves, Clubs, and other Weapons.
1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish? Cit. Resolved, resolved.
1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. Cit. We know't, we know't.
1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?
Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away. 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.
1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good:* What authority surfeits on, would relieve us; If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we be
come rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for 't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is covetous.
1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
Cit. Come, come.
1 Cit. Soft; who come here?
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa: one that hath always loved the people.
1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countr en, in hand? Where go you? With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to to, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too.
Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves?
1 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already.
Thither where more attends you; and you slander
1 Cit. Care for us!-True, indeed!-They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers: repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich; and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor.
*Thin as rakes.
If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.
Men. Either you must
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgracet with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver.
Men. There was a time, when all the body's members
Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments
1 Cit. Well, Sir, what answer made the belly?
1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What!
Men. What then ?
'Fore me, this fellow speaks!-what then? what then? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o'the body,
Men. Well, what then?
1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?
Men. I will tell you;
If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little)
Men. Note me this, good friend;
* Make it more common.
II. e. which indicated not pleasure but contempt.