Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

lord.

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,

And, stickler like, the armies separates.

My half-supp'd sword, that frankly 8 would have

fed,

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

[Sheaths his sword.

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

[Exeunt.

SCENE X.

The same.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Nest.

[Within.]

Peace, drums.

Achilles !

Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !

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

Achilles.

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

Agam. March patiently along:- Let one be

sent

To Achilles see us at our tent.
pray
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

7 An arbitrator at athletick games.

9 Noise, rumour.

[Exeunt marching.

SCENE XI.

Another part of the Field.

Enter ÆNEAS and Trojans.

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

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, let your brief plagues be mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on!

Ene. 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 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 aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away;
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet; You vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you! And thou, greatsiz'd 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 thoughts.—
Strike a free march to Troy! - with 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.

Pan. But hear you, hear you !

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy2 and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and pimps, how earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill requited!

[Exit.

'Pitched, fixed.

2 Ignominy.

END OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME.

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