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But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast,
abide? Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
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 arms.3 Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [Exeunt.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting : then
THERSITES. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo ! The bull has the game:-'ware horns, ho!
[Exeunt Paris and MenELAUS.
execute your arms.] To execute their arms is to employ them; to put them to use.
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, 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 most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard.
Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt.
Another Part of the Field.
Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!
[Puts off his Helmet, and hangs his Shield
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Achil. 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.
Hect. I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
[Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next; now, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
[A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my
lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the
earth, And, stickler like,4 the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have ted, 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.
Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, Menelaus, Nestor,
Peace, drums. [Within.]
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 pray
Achilles see us at our tent.
* And, stickler-like,] Sticklers are arbitrators, judges, or, as called in some places, sidesmen. At every wrestling in Cornwall, before the games begin, a certain number of sticklers are chosen, who regulate the proceedings, and determine every dispute. Stickler (stic-kle-er ) is immediately from the verb stickle, to interfere, to take part with, to busy one's self in any matter.
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Another Part of the Field.
Enter Æneas and Trojans. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never
go home; here starve we out the night.
Tro. Hector is slain.
Hector:--The gods forbid!
Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: