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 Ifin his death the Gods have us befriended, Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus. Tro. Hector is flain. All. Hector! - the Gods forbid! Troi. He's dead and at the murderer's horfe's tail Ane. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host. U away, Stay Stay yet, you vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains: [coward! Pan. But hear you, hear you? Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, shame [Strikes him. [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 earneftly are you fet at work, and how ill requited? why fhould our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verse for it? what inftance for it-let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, "Till he hath loft his honey and his fting; But being once fubdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail. Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name! Good traders in the flefh, fet this in your painted cloths- Your eye's half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; [Exit. END of the SEVENTH VOLUME. |