Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Diomedes. Nestor. So, so, we draw together. Enter Achilles [Exit. Ajar hath ta'en Encas: shall it be? Where is this Hector? Enter Diomedes. Diomedes. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? Ajax. SCENE VII. The same. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel: Strike not astroke, but keep yourselves in breath; What would'st thou ? And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; Yea, Troilus? O! well fought, my youngest bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in brother. Enter Achilles. Achilles. Now do I see thee. mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegiti mate. 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 Ha! Have at thee whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard. Hector. Hector. Margarelon. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt, SCENE Most putrified core, so fair without, Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and off his Helmet, and lays his Sword Enter Achilles and Myriaidons. Achilles. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done. Hector. I am unarm'd: forego this vantage, Greek. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek. Myrmidens. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Achilles. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the [fed, SCENE X. The sune. Exeunt. Enter Agamemnon, Ajar, Menelaus, Nestor, within. Agamemnon. Hark! hark! what shout is that? [Within.] Nestor. Peace, drums! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! Diomedes. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. If it be so, yet bragless let it be: March patiently along.- Let one be sent ended. SCENE XI. Another part of the Field. Enter Æneas and Trojan Forces. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field. You understand me not, that tell me so. I'll through and through you!-And, thou great- I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go: As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other Hence, broker, lackey! ignomy and shame Pandarus. A goodly medicine for mine aching bones!-O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. O, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so desired, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see. Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, As many as be here of Pandar's Hall, No more talking on't; let it be done. Away, men can be content to say it was for his country, away! Second Citizen. First Citizen. One word, good citizens. he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. Second Citizen. We are accounted poor citizens; the patriWhat he cannot help in his nature, you cians good. What authority surfeits on, would account a vice in him. You must in no way relieve us: if they would yield us but the super-say he is covetous. fluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess First Citizen. they relieved us humanely; but they think, we If I must not, I need not be barren of accu sations: sations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! Come, come. All. First Citizen. Soft! who comes here? Enter Menenius Agrippa. Second Citizen. Like labour with the rest; where th' other in struments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, Well, sir, what answer made the belly? Sir, I shall tell you.-With a kind of smile, Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath (For, look you, I may make the belly smile, always loved the people. First Citizen. As well as speak) it tauntingly replied He's one honest enough: would all the rest That envied his receipt; even so most fitly Menenius. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Second Citizen. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Second Citizen. Your belly's answer? What! Menenius. What then?- 'Fore me, this fellow speaks!-what then? what Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Menenius. Well, what then? Second Citizen. Note me this, good friend; brain; And through the cranks and offices of man, Ay, sir; well, well. Menenius, "Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each. It was an answer. How apply you this? The senators of Rome are this good belly, Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Second Citizen. Marcius What is granted them? Marcius. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, We have ever your good word. Sicinius Velutus, and I know not-'Sdeath! He that will give good words to thee, will Beneath abhorring.—What would you have, you you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is [him, Deserves your hate; and your affections are With every minute you do change a mind, That in these several places of the city Menenius. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they The city is well stor'd. [say, Marcius. Hang 'em! They say? Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry Menenius. This is strange. Go; get you home, you fragments! Where's Caius Marcius? Marcius. |