In fellest manner execute your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye :- [Exeunt The same. SCENE VIII. Enter THERSITES, MENELAUS, and Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-hen'd sparrow! 'loo, Paris, loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho!. 593 [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 valour, 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: Farewel, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! Nij 603 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE IX. 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! Enter ACHILLES, and his MYRMIDONS. 610 Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even 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. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.— On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. 620 Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separates. Come, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. Sound Retreat. Shout. The same. SCENE X. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Aga. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ; Great Hector was as good a man as he. Aga. March patiently along:-Let one be sent, To pray Achilles see us at our tent. If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Another Part of the Field. Enter NEAS, and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter Enter TROILUS. Troi. Hector is slain. All. Hector the gods forbid ! 640 Troi. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.— Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, 650 660 I'll through and through you!-And thou, great siz'd coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still, [Exeunt ENEAS, &c. Enter PANDARUS. Pan. Do you hear, my lord; do you hear? Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame Fursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! 671 [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones !— Oh, world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so lov'd, and the performance so loath'd ? what verse for it? what instance for it? - let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, 680 Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of Pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Brethren, |