Enter Achilles. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou Boy-killer, fhew thy Face: Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hellor. Enter Ajax. [Exit. Ajax. Troilus, thou Coward Troilus, fhew thy Head. Enter Diomede. Dio. Troilus, I fay, where's Troilus? Ajax. What would't thou? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the General, Thou should't have my Office, E'er 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 Horse. 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. [Exennt fighting. Enter Hector. Helt. Yea, Troilus? O well fought, my youngest Brother. Achil. Now do I fee thee; have at thee, Hector. [Fight. Achil. I do difdain thy Courtefie, proud Trojan, Be happy that my Arms are out of ufe: Helt. Fare thee well; I would have been much more a fresher Man, Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; fhall it be? Or Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I fay; Hect. Stand, ftand, thou Greek, Thou art a goodly Mark: No? wilt thou not? I like thy Armour well, But I'll be Mafter of it; wilt thou not, Beaft, abide? Enter Achilles with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons: [Exit, [Exit. [Exit. Ther. The Cuckold, and the Cuckold-maker are at it: Now Bull, now Dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now my double hen'd 'loo; the Bull has the Game: 'ware [Exit Paris and Menelaus. Enter Baftard. Baft. A Baftard Son of Priam's. Ther. I am a Baftard too, I love Baftards, I am a Baftard begot, Baftard 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 most ominous to us: If the Son of a Whore fight for a Whore, he tempts Judgment: Farewel, Baftard. Baft. The Devil take the Coward. Enter Hector. Hect. Moft putrified Core! fo fair without: [Exeunt. Enter Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet; [They fall upon Hector and kill him. Hark, a Retreat upon our Grecian part. [Retreat. Myr. The Trojan Trumpets found the like, my Lord. Achil. The dragon Wing of Night o'er fpreads the Earth, And, Stickler-like, the Armies feparates; My half fupt Sword, that frankly would have fed, Along the Field, I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. Sound Retreat. Shont. 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 be fo, yet bragless 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 fharp Wars are ended. [Exeunt. Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Troi. Hector is flain. Troi. He's dead, and at the Murtherer's Horfe's Tail, Ane. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the Hoft. 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 Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you? [Strikes him. Pursue thy Life, and live aye with thy Name. [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine 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 should our Endeavour be fo defir'd, and the Performance fo loath'd? What Verse for it? what inftance for it?Let me fee Full Full merrily the Humble Bee doth fing, Good Traders in the Flesh, fet this in your painted Cloathes; Your Eyes half out, weep out at Pindar's Fall; [Exeunt. |