Fellow, commend my service to her beauty:
Tell her, I have chaftis'd the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

Ser. I go, my Lord.

SCENE XI.

[Exit Ser

Enter Agamemnon.

Aga. Renew, renew: the fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: baftard Margarelon *
Hath Doreus prifoner

And ftands Coloffus wife, waving his beam
Upon the pashed corfes of the Kings,
Epiftropus and Odius, Polyxenus is flain;
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or flain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful sagittary
Appals our numbers: haite we, Diomede,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Neftor.

Neft. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the fnail pac'd Ajax arm for fhame,
There are a thoufaud 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 die, like fcaled thoals
Before the belching whale: then is he yonder,
And there the ftrowy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath.
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,

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

* 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
Mad and fantastic execution;

Engaging and redeeming of himself,

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

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 !
Re-enter Diomede.

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.
Heft. Paufe, if thou wilt.

[Fight
Achil. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy that my arms are out of ufe,
My reft and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon ihalt 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; fhall 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 fay;
Ireck not, though thou end my life to day.

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;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Impale him with your weapons round about;
In felleft manner execute your arms.
Follow me, Sirs, and my proceeding eye.
It is decreed-Hector the great mult die.

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.
Ther. What art thou?

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.
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, how 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.

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.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

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
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 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
In beaftly fort dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed;
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and fmite at Troy,
I fay, at once. Let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure destructions on.

Ene. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host,
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all eminence, that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba?

the armies feparates.

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