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In fellest manner execute your arms.
Enter Thersites, MenelAUS, and
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-hen’d sparrow! 'loo, Paris, loo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho!.
593 [Exeunt Paris and MenELAUS.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight,
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 wherefore should one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewel, bastard.
603 Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [ Exeunt.
Another Part of the Field. Enter HECTOR.
He&t. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
Enter ACHILLES, and his MYRMIDONS. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
610 Even with the vail 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. Achil. Strike, Fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[HECTOR falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
620 Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail ;
Sound Retreat. Shout,
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Nestor, DIOMEDES, and the rest, marching, Aga. Hark 1 hark! what shout is that? Nest. Peace, drums. Sol. Achilles ! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! Dio. The bruit is---Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; 631 Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Aga. 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.
Enter ÆNEAS, and
Another part of the field.
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Troi. Hector is slain.
640 Troi. He's dead ; and at the murderer's horse's
tail, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.Frown 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 mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on!
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so :
660 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 a wicked conscience still,
[Exeunt ÆNEAS, &c. Enter PANDARUS.
Pan. Do you hear, my lord; do you hear?
Troi. Hence, broker lacquey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name ! 671
[Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones !~ Oh, world! world! world! thus is the poor agent
despis'd! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited ! Why should our endea. vour be so lov'd, and the performance so loath'd ? what verse for it? what instance for it? let me
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, 'Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: 680 But being once subdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
As many as be here of Pander's hall,