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Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes

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Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers: hafte we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus body to Achilles,
And bid the fnail'd-pac'd Ajax arm for fhame.
There are a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, like fcaled fhoals
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 fwath;
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call'd impoffibility.

Enter Ulyffes.

Ulys. Oh, courage, courage, princes; great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance;
Patroclus' wounds have rowz'd his drowfie blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofeless, handlefs, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft a friend,

And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
Mad and fantaftick execution:

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With fuch a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck in very fpite of cunning

Bad him win all.

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SCENE XII.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus.

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Neft. So, fo, we draw together.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Where is this Hector? .

Come, come, thou boy-killer, fhew me thy face:
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

(Exit.

Re-enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head.

Re-enter Diomede.

Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus?

Ajax. What wouldst thou?

Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my office, Ere that correction: Troilus, I fay, what Troilus?

Enter Troilus.

Troi. Oh traitor Diomede! 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: ftand Diomede.

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.

Troi. Come both you cogging Greeks, have at you both.

Enter Hector.

[Exeunt fighting.

Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest brother.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector.

Hect. Paufe, if thou wilt.

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[Fight.

Achil

Achil. I do difdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan.
Be happy that my arms are out of use,
My reft and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again:
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

Hect. Fare thee well;

I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother?
Enter Troilus.

Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n
He shall not carry him: I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say;
If reck not, though thou end my life to-day.

Enter one in 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, beaft, 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 your selves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about:
In felleft manner execute your arms.
Follow me, firs, and my proceeding eye:
It is decreed--- Hector the great must dye.

[Exit.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

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Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double-hen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Ex. Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Baftard.

Baft. Turn, flave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou?

Baft. A baftard fon of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too, I love bastards. I am a baftard begot, baftard inftructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould 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 baftard.

Baft. The devil take thee coward.

SCENE XIV.

Enter Hector.

Hect. Moft putrified core! fo fair without:
Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take my breath:
Reft fword, thou haft thy fill of blood and death.
Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look Hector, now the fun begins to fet;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Ev'n with the veil and darkning of the fun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

[Exeunt.

[They fall upon Hector and kill him.

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Hect. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, fink down:
Here lies thy heart, thy finews and thy bone.
On Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
Achilles hath the mighty Hector flain.
Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part.

Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my lord.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the earth;
And, stickler-like, the armies separate;
Come, tye his body to my horfe's tail:

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

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[Sound retreat.

[Exeunt.

[Exeunt. Shout.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,
and the reft, marching.

Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that?

Neft. Peace, drums.

Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles!
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it is fo, yet braglefs let it be:

Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March patiently along; let one be sent To pray Achilles fee us at our tent.

If in his death the gods have us befriended,

Great Troy is ours, and our fharp wars are ended.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ene. Stand ho, yet are we masters of the field, Never go home, here ftarve we out the night.

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the armies feparate;

My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tye &c.

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