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Enter Nestor. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field : Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls * Before the belching whale ; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility.
Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw' together.
Where is this Hector ? * Shoal of fish.
Come, come, thou boy-queller*, show thy face;
Another part of the field.
Enter Ajax, Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head !
What would'st thou ?
Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
Dio. Ha! art thou there?
+ Not be a looker-on. * Lying.
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Fare thee wellI would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus. Tro. Ajax hath ta’en Æneas; shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry* him ; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say ! I reck † not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.
Enter one in sumptuous armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a
goodly mark. No ? wilt thou not !- I like thy armour well ; I'll frush | it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,
abide ? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
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, 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. * Prevail orer.
Burst. f Employ.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting : then Ther
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.
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: Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [Exeunt.
Another part of the field.
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!
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set ; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels : Even with the veil 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,
[A retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my
lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the
earth, And, stickler like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly I would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
(Sheaths his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Dio
medes, 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 şis-Hector's slain, and by Achilles. * Take not this advantage. † An arbitrator at atbletick games. Fattening.
§ Noise, rumour.