How now, my brother!
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be ta'en too,[2382]
Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say![2378] 25
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.
Enter one in sumptuous armour.[2383]
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark.[2384]
No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;[2385]
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,[2386]
But I'll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide? 30
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt.[2387]
Scene VII. Another part of the field.[2388]
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about; 5
In fellest manner execute your aims.[2389]
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:[2390]
It is decreed Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Thersites.[2391]
Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it.[2392]
Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned[2393][2394] 10
sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game:[2393][2395]
ware horns, ho! [Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Enter Margarelon.[2396]
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.[2397]
Ther. What art thou?
Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.[2397] 15
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard[2398]
begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in[2398]
valour, in every thing 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[2399] 20
for a whore, he tempts judgement: farewell, bastard. [Exit.[2400]
Scene VIII. Another part of the field.[2402]
Enter Hector.
Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:[2403]
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
[Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.[2404]
Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;[2405] 5
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and darking of the sun,[2406]
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.[2407]
Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.10
[Hector falls.[2408]
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down![2409]
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,[2410]
'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.' [A retreat sounded.[2411]
Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.[2412] 15
Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.[2413]
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And stickler-like the armies separates.[2414]
My half-supp'd sword that frankly would have fed,[2415]
Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed. 20
[Sheathes his sword.[2415][2416]
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
[Exeunt. A retreat sounded.[2417]
Scene IX. Another part of the field.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and
the rest, marching. Shouts within.[2418]
[Within] 'Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles!'[2419][2421]
Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles.[2422]
Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; 5
Great Hector was a man as good as he.[2423]
Agam. March patiently along: let one be sent[2424]
To 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. 10
[Exeunt, marching.[2425]
Scene X. Another part of the field.
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus.[2426]
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night.[2427]
Enter Troilus.
All. Hector! The gods forbid!
Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail
In beastly sort dragg'd through the shameful field. 5
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy![2428]
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,[2428]
And linger not our sure destructions on!
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. 10
Tro. You understand me not that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,[2429]
But dare all imminence that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? 15
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,[2430]
Go in to Troy, and say there 'Hector's dead:'[2431]
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,[2432]
Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,[2433] 20
Scare Troy out of itself. But march away:[2434][2435]
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.[2435]
Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,[2436]
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,[2437]
Let Titan rise as early as he dare, 25
I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.[2438]
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:[2439] 30
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans.
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus.[2440]
Pan. But hear you, hear you![2441]
Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame[2442]
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit.[2443]
Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones![2444] 35
O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O[2445]
traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and[2446]
how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved[2447]
and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what
instance for it? Let me see: 40
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
And being once subdued in armed tail,[2448]
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths:[2449] 45
As many as be here of Pandar's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;[2450]
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.[2451]
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,[2452] 50
Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
It should be now, but that my fear is this,
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases,[2453]
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.[2454] 55