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No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Enter one in sumptuous Arinour.
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
has the game.
SCENE IX.--Another Part of the Field.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath;
[Puts off his Helmet, and hangs his Shield
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.
Diomedes. The bruit' is—Hector's slain, and by
Agamemnon. March patiently along :-Let one be sent
SCENE XI.--Another Part of the Field.
Enter ÆNEAS and TROJANS.
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
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:
9 Noise, rumour.
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
coward ! No space
of earth shall sunder our two hates :
[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.