Now, here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or dye, like scaled fhoals
Before the belching whale: then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,,
Fall down before him, like the mower's fwath;
Here, there, and ev'ry where, he leaves and takes ;
Dexterity fo obeying appetite,, i

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

Enter Ulyffes."

Ulys. Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles Is arming, weeping, curfing, vowing vengeance; Patroclus' wounds have rowz'd his drowfie blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That nofelefs, handlefs, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath loft 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 fuch a careless force, and forcelefs care,
As if that luck in very spite of cunning

Bad him win all.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus!

[Exit.

"made the Grekes fore aferde, and flewe many of them with his Bowe." This directly anfwers to what our Poet fays ;

-The dreadful Sagittary

Appals our Numbers.

That our Author traded with the above quoted Book is demonftrable from certain Circumftances, which he could pick up no where else, and which he has thought fit to tranfplant into his Play: viz. The making Neoptolemus a diftinct Hero from Pyrrhus, who was afterwards fo call'd; the Corruption in the Names of the fix Gates of Troy; Galathe, the Name of Hector's horfe; the Baftard Margarelon: Diomede getting one of Creffid's Gloves; Achilles abfenting from Battle on Account of his Love for Polyxena, and the Meffages of Queen Hecuba to him; his taking Hector at a Difadvantage, when he kill'd him; &...

Dio. Ay, there, there.

Neft. So, fo, we draw together.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-killer, fhew me thy face:
Know, what it is to meet Achilles angry.

[Exeunt.

Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector, [Exit.
Re-enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head!
Re-enter Diomede.

Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus?

Ajax. What wouldst thou?

Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the General, thou, should'st have my
Office,

Ere that correction: Troilus, I fay, what! Troilus?

Enter Troilus.

Troi. Oh, traitor Diomede! turn thy falfe face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life, thou oweft me for my horfe.

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.

Helt. Yea, Troilus? O well fought! my youngest

brother.

Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector.

Het. Paufe, if thou wilt.

[Fight.

Achil. I do difdain thy courtefie, proud Trojan.

Be happy that my arms are out of use,

My

My Reft and Negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon fhalt hear of me again:
Till when, go feek thy fortune,

Helt. 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;
I reck not, though thou end my life to day.

Enter One in armour.

[Exit.

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 master of it; wilt thou not, beast, abide?

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

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 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- Hector the Great must dye.

Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Ther. The cukold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: now bull, now dog; 'lao, Paris, loo; now, my double hen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game: 'ware horns, ho. [Ex. Paris and Menelaus.

Enter Baftard.

Baft. Turn, flave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?,

Baft. A baftard fon of Priam's.

Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. I am a baftard begot, bastard inftructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one Bear will not bite another (51), and wherefore fhould one bastard? take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewel, baftard.

Baft. The devil take thee, coward.

Enter Hector.

[Exeunt.

Helt. 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.
Helt. I am unarm'd, forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, ftrike, this is the man I feek.
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'erfpreads the earth;

(51) One Bear will not bite another ;] So, Juvenal fays more feriously: -favis inter fe convenit Urfis.

And

And, ftickler-like, the armies separates. (52)
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 horfes tail:

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[Exeunt.

[Sound retreat. Shout.

Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,

and the reft, marching.

Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout 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 braglefs let it be:

Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Aga. March patiently 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. [Exe.

Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.

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

(52) And, Stickler-like, the Armies feparate ;] So Mr. Pope in both his Editions; by which Means, the Comparison ftands thus; "The Armies feparate of themselves, as Sticklers feparate others." But with that Editor's Permiffion, we muft call back the Reading of the better Copies; and then the Sense will be this: " Night, "Stickler-like, puts an End to the Engagement, and feparates the "Armies." I am apt to think, Mr. Pope did not know the Word, or the Office of the Perfon intended by it. The French call these Gentry, Moyenneurs, Arbitres, Perfonnes interpofées. In this very Play, Diomede and Eneas are Sticklers to Ajax and Hector in their Combat: Seconds, to fee fair Play, and arbitrate the Duel. The Word was familiar both to Ben. Fonfon and Beaumont and Fletcher.

Who is drawn hither by report of your Cartels, advanced in Court, to prove his Fortune with your Prizer, fo he may have fair Play bewn him, and the Liberty to chufe his Stickler.

Cynthia's Revels.

Lop. He keeps bis Fury fill, and may do Mifchief.
Mil. He fhall be hang'd firft; we'll be Sticklers there, Boys.

Spanish Curate.