As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

Enter ACHILLES.

ACHIL. 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, fhow thy head! Enter DIOMED.

DIO. Troilus, I fay! where's Troilus?

AJAX. What would'ft thou?

DIO. I would correct him.

Aу1x. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I fay! what, Troilus! Enter TROILUS.

TRO. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy falfe face, thou And pay thy life thou ow'ft me for my horfe! [traitor,

DIO. Ha! art thou there?

Ayax. I'll fight with him alone: ftand, Diomed.
DIO. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

TRO. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you [Exeunt, fighting.

both.

Enter HECTOR.

HECT. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest

brother!

Enter ACHILLES.

ACHIL. Now do I fee thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector.
HECT. Paufe, if thou wilt.

ACHIL. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use :
My reft and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again ;
Till when, go feek thy fortune.

HECT. Fare thee well:

I would have been much more a frefher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter TROILUS.

TRO. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He fhall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say !
I reck not though I end my life to-day.

Enter one in fumptuous armour.

[Exit.

[Exit.

HECT. Stand, ftand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; [mark: I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

But I'll be mafter of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The fame.

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.

AHIL. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I fay.-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 felleft manner execute your arms.
Follow me, firs, and my proceedings eye :-

It is decreed-Hector the great must die.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. The fame.

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 doublehenn'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, loo! The bull has the game: -'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS.

Enter MARGARELON.

MAR. Turn, flave, and fight.

THER. What art thou?

MAR. A baftard son of Priam's.

THER. I am a bastard too; I love baftards: 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 fhould one baftard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement: Farewell, baftard.

MAR. The devil take thee, coward!

SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field.
Enter HECTOR.

[Exeunt.

HECT. Moft putrified core, fo fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Reft, fword; thou haft thy fill of blood and death!

[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his field behind him.
Enter ACHILLES and MrRMIDONS.

ACHIL. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Even with the vail and dark'ning of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

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HECT. I am unarm'd; forego this 'vantage, Greek. ACHIL. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, fink down ; Here lies thy heart, thy finews, and thy bone.— On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Achilles bath the mighty Hector flain.

[A retreat founded, Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. MrR. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord. ACHIL. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates.

[earth, My half-fupp'd fword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.—

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

SCENE X. The fame.

[Sheaths his fword,

[Exeunt.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts within. AGAM. Hark! hark! what fhout is that?

NEST. Peace, drums,

[Within.] Achilles!

Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles !

Dro. The bruit is-Hector's flain, and by Achilles. AJAX. If it be fo, yet bragless let it be;

Great Hector was as good a man as he.

To

AGAM. March patiently along :-Let one be fent pray Achilles fee us at our tent.

If in his death the gods have us befriended,

Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

[Exeunt, marching

SCENE XI. Another part of the Field.
Enter ENEAS, and Trojans.

ÆNE. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field :
Never go home; here ftarve we out the night.

Enter TROILUS.

TRO. Hector is flain.

ALL. Hector?-The Gods forbid !

TRO, He's dead; and at the murderer's horfe's tail,
In beastly fort, dragg'd through the shameful field.-
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy !
I fay, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure deftructions on!

ENE. My lord, you do discomfort all the hoft,
TRO. 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 fhall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a fcreech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and fay there-Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to ftone;
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:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet;-You vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rife as early as he dare,

[coward!

I'll through and through you!-And thou, great-fiz'd

No space of earth fhall funder our two hates;

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,