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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Act 5.
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call's impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.
Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes ! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come

to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath 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 fantastick execution;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX.
Ajak". Troilus! thou coward Troilus !
Vest. So, so, we draw together.

Enter ACHILLES.
Achil.

Where is this Hector!
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector,

SCENE VI.
Another part of the field.

Enter AJAX.
Ajav. Troitus, thou coward Troilus,show thy head!

Enter DIOMEDES
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus ?
Dio. I would correct him.

What wouldst thou!
Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have

my office,

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Dio, Ha! art thou there?
Ajas. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Diomed,
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at

Exeunt, fighting.
Enter HECTOR.
Hect. Yea, Troilus! O, well fought, my youngest
brother!

Enter ACHILLES.
Achål. Now do I see thee: Hal-Have at ther,

Hector.
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
Bút thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune. (Exit.
Hect.

Pare thee well-
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.- How now, my brother!

Re-enter TROILUS,
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be!
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him oft: Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day. Exit.

Enter one in sumptuous annour.
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, beast, abide!
Why then, ty on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

[Exeunt.
SCENE VII.

The same.
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 yourselves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons

round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.

Follow me, sirs, and may proceedings eye :-
It is decreed-Hector the great must die. Exeunt.

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Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say ! what, Troilus!

Enter TROILUS.
Tro. O traitor Diomed !--turn thy false face,

thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!

you both.

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Dio, Ha! art thou there?
Ajar. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Diomed.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon.
Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at

[Exeunt, fighting.
Enter HECTOR.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? 0, well fought, my youngest
brother!

Enter ACHILLES.
Achil. Now do I see thee : Ha! Have at thee,

Hector.
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again ;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

[Exit. Hect.

Fare thee well :
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother!

Re-enter TROILUS.
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yopder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.

Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a

goodly mark:
No ? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
1'11 frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast, abide!
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

[Excunt. SCENE VII.

The same.
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 yourselves in breath ;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye
It is decreed-Hector the great must die. (Exeunt.

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SCENE VIII.

The same.
Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting ; then

THERSITES.
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at
it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! now
my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo ! The
bull has the game :'ware horns, ho !

[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.

Enter MARGARELON.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou !
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards : I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another,

and where fore should one

bastard ? Take heed, the quarrels most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard, Mar. The devil take thee, coward!

SCENE IX.
Another part of the field.

Enter HECTOR.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.

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Achil

. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

Sheaths his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Exeunt.

SCENE X

The same.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS,
NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching,
Shouts within
Agum. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest.

Peace, drums.
(Within.]

Achilles
Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

Dio. The bruitis-Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it bé;
Great Hector was as good a man as he

Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.--
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

Exeunt marching
SCENE XI.
Another part of the field.

Enter ÆNEAS and Trojans.
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter TROILUS.
Tro. Hector is slain.
All.

Hector! -The gods forbid !
Tro. He's dearl; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, drago'd through the shameful field-
Prown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit,
gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!

let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on

My lord, you do discomfort all the host. or on You understand me not, that tell me so :

;

ector is gone!
Who Thall tell
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'a,

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(Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield bekind him.

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the rail and dark’ning of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek,

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Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.-

[Sheaths his seoord.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Ex'cunt.

SCENE X

7'he same.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS,

NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, marching.
Shouts within.
Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Nest.

Peace, drums. [Within.]

Achilles !
Achilles ! Hector's slain ! Achilles !
Dio. The bruitis-Hector's slain, and by Achilles.

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be ;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Agam. March patiently along :-Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.--
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

[Excunt marching.
SCENE XI.
Another part of the field.

Enter ÆNEAS and Trojans.
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter TROILUS.
Tro. Hector is slain.
All.

Hector! -The gods forbid !
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
Prown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be meray,
And linger not our sure destructions on !

Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so:
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 shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?
Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,

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Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth;

and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. 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 rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you !- And thou, great-

siz'd coward!
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I'll haunt thee like wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go :
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

[Exeunt Æneus and Trojans. As 7'roilus is going out, enter, from the other side,

PANDARUS.
Pan. But hear you, hear you !

Tro. Hence, broker lackey ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit Trollus. Par. A goodly med’eine for my aching bones! o world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it! what instance for it?Let me see:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:
And being once subdu'd in armed tail,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted

cloths. As Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:

many as be here of pander's hall, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.

cannot weep, yet give some groans, Brethren, and sisters, of the hola-door trade, It should be now, but that my fear is this, Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:

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