Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: Ser. I go, my Lord. SCENE XI. [Exit Ser Enter Agamemnon. Aga. Renew, renew: the fierce Polydamas And ftands Coloffus wife, waving his beam Enter Neftor. Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, That what he will, he does; and does so much, * The introducing a bastard son of Priam, under the name of Margarelon, is one of the circumstances taken from the story-book of the three destructions of Troy. This + Beyonde the royalme of Amafonne came an auncyent Kynge, wyfe and dyfcreete, named Epy/trophus, and brought a M. Knyghtes, and mervaylloufe beite that was called Sagittarye, that hehynde the myddes was an horfe, and to fore, a man. belte was heery lyke an horfe, and had his eyen red as a cole, and fhotte well with a bowe. This befte made the Greekes fore aferde, and flewe many of them with his bowe." The three deftructions of Troy, printed by Caxton. From the fame book is taken this name given to Hector's horse. VOL. VII. Enter Ulyffes.. Uly. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy, blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That nofelefs, handless, hack'd and chipt, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax has lost a friend, And foams at mouth; and he is arm'd, and at it, Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day Engaging and redeeming of himself, With fuch a careless force, and forceless care, Bade him win all. 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. [Exita. Re-enter Ajax. Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head ! Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus ? Ajax. What would'st thou? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the General, thou fhould'st have my office, Ere that correction. Troilus, I fay, what! Troilus? Enter Troilus. Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy falfe face, thou And pay thy life thou oweft me for my horfe. [traitor, 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.. [Exeunt, fighting. Enter Hector.. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest brother. Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector. [Fight Hect. Fare thee well. I would have been much more a fresher man, Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; fhall it be? Enter one in armour [Exit. [Exit. Het Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly No wilt thou not? I like thy armour well, [mark, 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. [Exit. Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons. Mark what I fay, attend me where I wheel. Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; Gg a [Exeunt SCENE -XIII. Enter Therfites, Menelaus, and Paris. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now bull, now dcg; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my doublehen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Baftard. Baft. Turn, flave, and fight. Baft. A bastard son of Priam's. Ther. I am I bastard too, I love bastards. I am a baftard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, ba. stard 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 fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempt judgment: farewel, baftard. Baft. The devil take thee, coward. [Exeunt. SCENE XIV. Enter Hector. Achil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet; Heft. I am unarm'd torego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I seek *. [They fall upon Hector, and kill him. Now, Troy, link down. Here lies thy heart, thy finews, and thy bone. So, Ilion, fall thou next. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector flin. 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; This particular of Achilles overpowering Hector by numbers, is taken from the old story book. And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates. Along the field I will the Trojan trail. * [Sound retreat. [Exeunt. Shout. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the reft marching. Aga. Hark, hark, what shout is that? Neft. Peace, drums. Sol. Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles ! Dio. The bruit is, Hector's fiain, and by Achilles. Ajax. If it is fo, yet bragless let it be : Great Hector was as good a man as he. Aga. March haftily along; let one be fent If in his death the gods have us befriended, [Exeunt. Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus. Troi. Hector is flain. All. Hector! the gods forbid! Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horse's tail Ene. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host, the armies feparates. My half fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, |