Enter Troilus.

Troi. Ajax hath ta’en Æneas; shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n, He fhall not carry him: I'll be taken too, Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say ; Ireck not, though thou end my life to day. [Exit. Enter One in armour.

Helt. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark:

No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well,

I'll frufh 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. [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 ftroke, but keep your felves 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, Sirs, and my Proceeding eye: It is decreed-lettor the great must die.

[Exeunt.

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.

Ther. What art thou?

Baft.

Baft. A baftard fon of Priam's.

Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. I am a baftard begot, bastard inftructed, baftard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one Bear will not bite another, and wherefore fhould one baftard? take heed, the quarrel's moft ominous to us: If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewel, baftard.

Baft. The devil take thee, coward.

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CENE

Enter Hector.

XIV.

[Exeunt.

Heat. 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 Sun begins to fet; How ugly Night comes breathing at his heels: Ev'n with the veil and darkning of the Sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

[They fall upon Hector, and kill him. Hect. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek.

3

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'erspreads the earth;

3 Strike, fellows, frike,-] This particular of Achilles over powering Hector by numbers, is taken from the old ftory, book, Oxford Editor.

And,

And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates.

My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.
Come, tye his body to my horfe's tail:

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[Exeunt.

[Sound retreat. Shout.

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

iga. Hark, hark, what shout 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 bragless let it be:

Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March haftily 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.

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XV.

Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.

Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field; Never go home, here ftarve we out the night.

Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horse's tail In beaftly fort dragg'd througn fhameful field. Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed; Sir,

4 Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed;

Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and SMILE at Troy,] Here Troilus is made to invoke the Gods to frown in one line, and to jmile in the other: And, as if he had not talked nonsense enough, after having made them do and undo, and protract the fate of Troy,

מן

Sit, Gods, upon your Thrones, and fmite at Troy,
I fay, at once. Let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure deftructions.on.

Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the Hoft.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence, that Gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a fcrietch-owl ay be call'd,
Go into Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:
That is a word will Priam turn to ftone;

5 Make welling Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of it felf. But march away,
Hector is dead: there is no more to say.
Stay yet, you vile abominable Tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains:
Let Titan rife as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd coward!

No space of earth fhall funder our two hates ;
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth Goblins fwift as Frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free March to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge fhall hide our inward woe.
Enter Pandarus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you?

in the next line he begs them to be speedy and brief, and dispatch them at once. We should read and point the paffage thus,

5

Sit, Gods, upon yo
I fay, at once.
Make WELLS AND

Thrones, and SMITE at Troy,
your brief plagues be mercy.

Niobes of the maids and wives ;] We fhould certainly read, WELLING Niobes, i. e. Niobes welling, or ftreaming down with tears. To well, an old word to bubble or fpring out. The image of Niobe was here properly employed. So in Hamlet,

like Niobe all tears.

But the Oxford Editor alters it to wells and rivers.

Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame [Strikes bim. Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name!

[Exeunt.

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet at work, and how ill requited? why fhould our endea vour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it?

fee

Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing,
'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting;
But being once fubdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.

let me

Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths

As many as be here of Pandar's Hall,

Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's Fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aking bones.
Brethren and fifters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
It should be now; but that my fear is this,

6 Some galled goofe of Winchester would hifs;
'Till then, I'll sweat, and seek about for eases;
And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

[Exit.

6 Some galled goofe of Winchefter] The publick ftews were anciently under the jurifdiction of the bishop of Winchefter.

Mr. Pope.

The End of the Seventh Volume.