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No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry 4 him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say!
I recks not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.

Enter one in sumptuous Arinour.
Hector. Stand, stand, thou Greek? thou art a goodly

mark; No? wilt thou not?—I like thy armour well; I'll frush 6 it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it:—Wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why, then, Ay on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. (Exeunt.

SCENE VII.The same.

Enter ACHILLES, with MYRMIDONS. Achilles. 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, 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.

Thersites. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull

Exeunt.

has the game.

SCENE IX.--Another Part of the Field.

Enter HECTOR.
Hector. Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
4 Prevail over.

5 Care.

6 Burst.

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. Achilles. 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.

Hector. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. Achilles. 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.

[A Retreat Sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myrmidons. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

lord. Achilles. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the

earth, And, stickler? like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

[Sheathes his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

SCENE X.The same. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, D10

MEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts within. Agamemnon. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Nestor.

Peace, drums. Within.

Achilles ! Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles ! 7 An arbitrator at athletic games.

8 Fattening

Diomedes. The bruit' is—Hector's slain, and by

Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Agamemnon. 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 XI.--Another Part of the Field.

Enter ÆNEAS and TROJANS.
Æneas. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field;
Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter TROILUS.
Troilus. Hector is slain.
All.

Hector?—The gods forbid ! Troilus. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's

tail, In beastly sort, 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 say, at once let

your

brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on!

Æneas. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Troilus. You understand me not, that tell me so:
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 shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call’d,
Go in to Troy, and say there—Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away;

9 Noise, rumour.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay, yet;—You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
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,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

[Exeunt Æneas and TROJANS. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,

PANDARUS. Pandarus. But hear you, hear you!

Troilus. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit TROILUS. Pandarus. A goodly med’cine for my aching bones ! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and pimps, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited!

[Exit. · Pitched, fixed.

2 Ignominy.

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