Fall down before him like the mower's swath: That what he will he does; and does so much Enter ULYSSES. Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangl'd Myrmidons, That noiseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, Engaging and redeeming of himself With such a careless force and forceless care Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Plains. Enter AJAX. [Exeunt. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! Enter DIOMEDES. Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. Dio. I would correct him. What wouldst thou? Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst 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 owest 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 Trojan: Be happy that my arms are out of use: My rest and negligence befriends thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Till when, go seek thy fortune. Hect. [Exit. Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man Re-enter TROILUS. Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: shall it be? I reck not though I end my life to-day. Enter one in sumptuous armour. [Exit. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark :No? wilt thou not?--I like thy armour well; But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide? I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plains. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath: And when I have the bloody Hector found, [Exeunt. 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 double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. 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 everything 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: farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exit. [Exit. SCENE VIII.-Another Part of the Plains. 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: [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. [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, [A retreat sounded. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separate. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; [Sheathes his sword. SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Plains. [Exeunt. 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. Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was a man as good as he. Agam. 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, marching. SCENE X.-Another Part of the Plains. Enter ENEAS and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Tro. Hector is slain. All. Enter TROILUS. Hector!-the gods forbid! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Tro. You understand me not that tell me so: Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, I'll through and through you!—And, thou great siz'd coward, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates : That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.- [Exeunt ÆNEAS and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at 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 Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.— Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; |