Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath 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 cunuing,
Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX.

Aiax, Troilus! thou coward Troilus!

[Exit.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.

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, show thy

head!

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ajax. What would'st thou ?

Dio. I would correct him.

Ajux. Were I the general, thou should'st 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 ow'st me for my horse!
Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Ajax. 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.

[Exeunt, fighting.

Enter HECTOR.

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 Tro

Jan.

Be happy, that my arms are ont of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,

A

But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

Hect. Fare thee well:

[Exit:

I would have been much more a fresher man,

Had I expected thee.

How now, my brother

Re-enter TROILUS.

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Aeneas; Shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say! 1 reck not though I end my life to-day.

Enter one in sumptuous armour.

[Exit.

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

No? wilt thou not?

goodly mark:

I like thy armour well;

I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

Wilt thou not, beast,

abide?

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

[Exeunt.

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myr

Mark what I say.

midons;

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII

The same.

Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then THERSITES.

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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.

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 Inind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegiti inate. One hear will not hite another, and where fore 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!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX. 16% 3 20

Another part of the Field.

Enter HECTOR.

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 w with the vail and dark ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage,

Greek.

I seek.

'Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink

down;

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Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

[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,