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Thou art too gentle, and too free a man :
I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
A great addition earned in thy death.

Hect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable
(On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st o yes
Cries, This is he) could promise to himself 530
A thought of added honour torn from Hector.

Æne. There is expectance here from both the sides, What further you will do.

Heft. We'll answer it;
The issue is embracement:-Ajax, farewel.

Ajax. If I might in entreaties find success (As seld I have the chance), I would desire My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.

Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish; and great Achilles Doth long to see unarm’d the valiant Hector.

510 Heft. Æneas, call my brother Troilus to me : And signify this loving interview To the expecters of our Trojan part; Desire them home. ---Give me thy hand, my cousin ; I will go eat with thee, and see your knights.

Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. He&t. The worthiest of them tell me name by

name; But for Achilles, my own searching eyes Shall find him by his large and portly size.

Aga. Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one 550 That would be rid of such an enemy; But that's no welcome : Understand more clear,



What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with

And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.

Heat. I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.
Aga. My well-fam'd lord of Troy, no less to you,

[To TROILUS. Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's greet

561 You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.

Heft. Whom must we answer?
Men. The noble Menelaus.
Hect. O, you, my lord ? by Mars his gauntlet,

Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath ;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove :
She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.

Men. Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme.
Hect. O, pardon; I offend.

570 Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Labouring for destiny, make cruel way Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen

thee, As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, Despising many forfeits and subduments, When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i'the air, Not letting it decline on the declin'd;



That I have said to some my standers-by,
Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!

And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling : This have I seen;
But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
I never saw 'till now, I knew thy grandsire,
And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
Never like thee : Let an old man embrace thee;
And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
Æne. 'Tis the old Nestor.

589 He&t. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. Nest. I would, my arms could match thee in cons

As they contend with thee in courtesy.

He&t. I would they could.
Nest. Hal by this white beard, I'd fight with thee

Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time

Ulyss. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here her base and pillar by us.

He&. I know your favour, lord Ulysses, well. 600 Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I saw yourself and Diomed In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.

Ulyss. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue : My prophecy is but half his journey yet;


For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.

Hext. I must not believe you :
There they stand yet; and modestly I think,

The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
A drop of Grecian blood : The end crowns all;
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it,

Ulyss. So to him we leave it.
Most gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome :
After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me, and see me at my tent.

Achil. I shall forestall thee, lord Ulysses, thou !-
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;

620 I have with exact view perus'd thee, Hector, And quoted joint by joint.

Heft. Is this Achilles ?
Achil. I am Achilles.
Heft. Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.
Achil. Behold thy fill.
Hect. Nay, I have done already.

Achil. Thou art too brief; I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.

629 Hect, 0, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er ; But there's more in me, than thou understand'st. Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye? Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his

body Shall I destroy him whether there, there, or there?


That I may give the local wound a name ;
And make distinct the very breach, whereout
Hector's great spirit flew: Answer me, heavens!

Het. It would discredit the blest gods, proud man!
To answer such a question: Stand again :
Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly, 640
As to prenominate in nice conjecture,
Where thou wilt hit me dead ?

Achil. I tell thee, yea.

Heft. Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there ;
But, by the forge that stithy'd Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag,
His insolence draws folly from my lips;

But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Or may I never

Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin ;
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
'Till accident, or purpose, bring you to't:
You may have every day enough of Hector,
If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.

Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field;
We have had pelting wars, since you refus'

660 The Grecians' cause.

Achil. Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
To-night, all friends.




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