Enter Achilles. Achil. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-' queller, fhew thy face; [Exit. SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field. Hax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, fhew thy head! Enter Diomed. Dio. Troilus, I fay! where's Troilus ? Ajax. What wouldst thou? Dio. I would correct him. Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction :-Troilus, I fay! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus. Troi. O traitor Diomed!-turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay my Dio. Ha! art thou there! Ajax. I'll fight with him alone; ftand, Diomed. Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you [Exeunt, fighting. both. Enter Hedor. Heat. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Y queller]-killer. 2 cogging]—falfe, deceitful. Enter Enter Achilles. Achil. Now do I fee thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Hector. Helt. Paufe, if thou wilt. Achil. I do difdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Helt. Fare thee well I would have been much more a fresher man, Troi. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? Enter one in armour. [Fight. [Exit. He. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; 'I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beaft, abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide, [Exit, Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I fay,-Attend me where I wheel: a Ireck not]-I care not. I'll frush it,]-break, or tear it to pieces. Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; [Exeunt. 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 game:-'ware horns, ho! the [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus. Enter Margarelon. Mar. Turn, flave, and fight. Ther. What art thou? Mar. A baftard fon of Priam's. Ther. I am a baftard too; I love baftards: I am a baftard begot, baftard inftructed, bastard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, 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: Farewell, baftard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! Empale] Encircle. [Exeunt. • execute your arms.]-ufe, employ them--your aims-purposes, what I have now given you in charge. double ben'd-whofe ben, Helen, belonged to two. SCENE SCENE IX. Another Part of the Field. Enter Hector. Heft. Most putrified core, so fair without, Enter Achilles, and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the fun begins to fet; Het. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil, Strike, fellows, ftrike; this is the man I seek, [Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, fink down; Achilles bath 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, And, ftickler-like, the armies separates. h My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, f the vail]-the finking, the fetting. The dragon wing of night]-The chariot of Night was fuppofed to be drawn by dragons, on account of their extraordinary watchfulness. The whole ferpent tribe fleep with their eyes open, and thereby feem to exert a conftant vigilance. "Swift, fwift, you dragons of the night." h CYMBELINE, Act II. S. 2, łach. fickler-like,]-like a fecond, or fidesman. Come, Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomedes, and the reft, marching. Aga. Hark! hark! what fhout is that? Neft. Peace, drums. Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles! Great Hector was as good a man as he. If in his death the gods have us befriended, [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Another Part of the Field. Enter Eneas, and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters 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 horse's tail, In beaftly fort, dragg'd through the shameful field. Frown |