Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee; ''now have at thee,` Hector. Helt. Paufe, if thou wilt. [Fight. Achil. I do difdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan. Be happy that my arms are out of use, My rett and negligence befriend thee now, [Exit. 'Till when, go feek thy fortune. Het. 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 Eneas;. fhall it be? Enter One in armour. [Exit. Helt. Stand, ftand, 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 mafter 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. I have at thee, [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: now bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double-hen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Bastard. Baft. Turn, flave, and fight. Baft. A baftard fon of Priam's. Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. 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 baftard? take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewel, baftard. Baft. The devil take thee, coward! SCENE XIV. Enter Hector. [Exeunt. Het. Moft putrified core, fo fair without! Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet; Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek. a So, Ilion, fall thou next. Now, Troy, fink down: Hark, a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my Lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpeads the earth, And, ftickler-like, the armies separates; Come, tye his body to my horse's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. [Sound retreat. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the reft, marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that? Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's flain, and by Achilles. 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 sharp wars are ended. [Exeunt. Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field, Never go home, here starve we out the night. (a) This particular of Achilles overpowering Hector by numbers, is taken from the old Story-book. (b) the armies feparates; My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, Come, tye . Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horfe's tail Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft. Let him that will a fcrietch-owl aye be call'd, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains: [coward! I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you. Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquy; ignominy, fhame [Strikes bim. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd: Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet at 2 fmile at ... old edit. Warb. emend. 3 Niobe's work, work, and how ill requited! why fhould our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verse for it? what inftance for it?-let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths- Your eyes half out weep out at Pandar's fall; Some two months hence my will fhall here be made: [Exit. (a) The publick flows were anciently under the jurisdiction of the Bishop of Winchester. Pope. CYMBELINE. |