Baft. The devil take thee, coward. Enter Hector. [Exeunt. Hect. Moft putrified core, so fair without! Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet; [They fall upon Hector, and kill him. Lord. Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates. My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. [Sound retreat. Shout. 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. Aga. Aga. March haftily along; let one be sent Το pray Achilles fee us at our Tent. If in his death the Gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exe. Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field; Never go home, here ftarve we out the night. Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horse's tail Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the Hoft. Let him, that will a fcrietch-owl ay be call'd, 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! No fpace of earth fhall funder our two hates; Enter Enter Pandarus. Pan. But hear you, hear you? Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame [Strikes him. Pursue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at work, and how ill requited? why thould our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verse for it? what inftance for it? let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath loft his honey and his sting; But being once fubdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths- Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's Fall; [Exit. The End of the Seventh Volume. 7575 |