Dio.
Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' ^note horse;
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

Ser. ^note
I go, my lord. [Exit. ^note Enter Agamemnon. ^{note note}

Agam.
Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas ^note
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon ^note
Hath Doreus prisoner,
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,

Upon the pashed corses of the kings ^note
Epistrophus ^note and Cedius: ^note Polyxenes ^note is slain;
Amphimachus and Thoas ^note deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised ^note: the dreadful sagittary
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all. Enter Nestor.

Nest.
Go, bear Patroclus' ^note body to Achilles,
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
There is ^note a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled ^note sculls ^note
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy ^note Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the ^note mower's swath:
Here, there and every where he leaves ^note and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will ^note he does, and does so much
That proof is call'd impossibility. Enter Ulysses.

Ulyss.
O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' ^note wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day.
Mad and fantastic execution,
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force and forceless care,
As if that luck ^note, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all. ^{note note}Enter Ajax.

Ajax. ^note
Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit.

Dio.
Ay, there, there.

Nest.
So, so, we draw together. ^note Enter Achilles.

Achil.
Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller ^note, show ^note thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene VI. [Footnote: Another ^note part of the field. Enter Ajax.

Ajax. ^note
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! Enter Diomedes.

Dio. ^note
Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

Ajax.
What wouldst thou?

Dio.
I would correct him.

Ajax.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office ^note
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus! Enter Troilus.

Tro.
O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy ^note life thou owest ^note me for my horse.

Dio.
Ha, art thou there?

Ajax.
I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.

Dio.
He is my prize; I will not look upon. ^note

Tro.
Come both, ^note you cogging Greeks; have at you both! [Exeunt, fighting. ^note Enter Hector. ^note

Hect.
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter Achilles.

Achil. ^note
Now do I see thee; ha ^note! have at thee, Hector! ^note

Hect.
Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil.
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriends ^note thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear ^note of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune. [Exit. ^note

Hect.
Fare thee well:

I would have been much more ^note a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. Re-enter ^note Troilus.
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 ^note him; I'll be ta'en ^note too,
Or bring him off. Fate, hear ^note me what I say!
I reck ^note not though I end ^note my life to-day. [Exit. Enter one in sumptuous armour. ^note

Hect.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark. ^note
No? ^note wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets ^note all,
But I'll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene VII. [Footnote: ^note Another part of the field. 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;
In fellest manner execute your aims. ^note
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings ^note eye:
It is decreed ^note Hector the great must die. [Exeunt. ^note Enter ^note Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Thersites. ^note

Ther.

The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, ^note Paris, 'loo! now my ^note double-henned sparrow ^note! 'loo, ^note Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game: ware horns, ho!

Mar. ^note

Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther.

What art thou?

Mar. ^note

A bastard son of Priam's.

Ther.

I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot ^note, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's ^note most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement: farewell, bastard.

Mar. ^note

The devil take thee, coward ^note!

^note Scene VIII. [Footnote: Another ^note part of the field. Enter Hector.

Hect.
Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's ^note work done; I'll take good breath ^note:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. [Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him. ^{note note} Enter ^note Achilles and Myrmidons.

Achil.
Look, Hector, how ^note the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail ^note and darking ^note of the sun, ^note
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Hect.
I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.

Achil.
Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. [Hector falls. ^note
So, Ilion ^note, fall thou next! now ^note, Troy, sink down!
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry ^note you all amain,
‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’ [A retreat sounded. ^note
Hark! a retire ^note upon our Grecian part ^note.

Myr. ^note
The Trojan trumpets sound ^note the like, my lord.

Achil.
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And stickler-like the armies separates ^note.
My half-supp'd sword that frankly would have fed,
Pleased with this dainty bait ^note, thus goes to bed. ^note [Sheathes ^note his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt. A retreat sounded. ^{note note} Scene IX. [Footnote: Another ^note part of the field. Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and the rest, marching. Shouts within. ^note

Agam.
Hark! hark! what shout is that? ^note

Nest.
Peace, drums! [Within ^note]
‘Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles!’ ^note

Dio.
The bruit is, Hector's ^note slain, and by Achilles.

Ajax.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was a man as good ^note as he.

Agam.
March patiently ^note along: let one be sent
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. [Exeunt, marching. ^{note note} Scene X. [Footnote: Another ^note part of the field. Enter ^note Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus ^note.

Æne.
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus.

Tro.
Hector is slain. ^note

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.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once ^note let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!

Æne.
My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Tro.
You understand me not that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of ^note death,
But dare all imminence that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?

Let him that will a screech-owl ^note aye be call'd,
Go in to ^note Troy, and say there ^note ‘Hector's dead:’
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Make wells and Niobes ^note of the maids and wives,
Cold ^note statues of the youth, and, in a word,
Scare ^note Troy out of itself. But march away:
Hector is dead ^note; there is no more to say.
Stay yet. You ^note vile ^note abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight ^note upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
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 ^note swift as frenzy's ^note thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with ^note comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus. ^note

Pan.
But hear you, hear ^note you! ^note

Tro.
Hence, broker-lackey ^note! ignomy and shame ^note
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. ^note

Pan.
A goodly medicine for my aching bones ^note!

O world! world! world! ^note thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work ^note, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved ^note and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
And ^note being once subdued in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths ^note:
As many as be here of Pandar's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's ^note fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your ^note aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door ^note trade,
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 ^note and seek about for eases,
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit. ^note

NOTES. ^note