SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Plain. Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye :- Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then. 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 everything 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. Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-Another Part of the Plain. Hect. Most putrefiéd core, so fair without, Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and darkening of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hect. I am unarmed: 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.' [A retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth, And, stickler-like, the armies separate. My half-supped sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.— [Sheathes his sword. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-The Same. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Shouts Nest. Peace, drums! [Within.] 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: Great Hector was a man as good as he. To Agam. March patiently along.-Let one be sent 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 X.-Another part of the Field. Enter ENEAS and Trojan forces. Ene. 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, dragged through the shameful field. Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, I'll through and through you?-And thou greatsized coward, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: |