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ACHILLES. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector. Exeunt

ACT V. SCENE 6.

Another part of the plain

 

Enter AJAX

 

AJAX. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head.

 

Enter DIOMEDES

 

DIOMEDES. Troilus, I say! Where’s Troilus?

AJAX. What wouldst thou?

DIOMEDES. I would correct him.

AJAX. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! What, Troilus!

 

Enter TROILUS

 

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

DIOMEDES. Ha! art thou there?

AJAX. I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.

DIOMEDES. He is my prize. I will not look upon.

TROILUS. Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you Exeunt fighting Enter HECTOR

 

HECTOR. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

 

Enter ACHILLES

 

ACHILLES. Now do I see thee, ha! Have at thee, Hector!

HECTOR. Pause, if thou wilt.

ACHILLES. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troyan.

Be happy that my arms are out of use; My rest and negligence befriends thee now, But thou anon shalt hear of me again; Till when, go seek thy fortune. Exit HECTOR. Fare thee well.

I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.

 

Re-enter TROILUS

 

How now, my brother!

TROILUS. Ajax hath ta’en Aeneas. Shall it be?

No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry him; I’ll be ta’en too, Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say: I reck not though thou end my life to-day. Exit Enter one in armour

 

HECTOR. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark.

No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well; I’ll frush it and unlock the rivets 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

ACT V. SCENE 7.

Another part of the plain

 

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons

 

ACHILLES. 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.

Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.

It is decreed Hector the great must die. Exeunt Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting; then THERSITES

 

THERSITES. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull!

now, dog! ‘Loo, Paris, ‘loo! now my double-horn’d Spartan! ‘loo, Paris, ‘loo! The bull has the game. Ware horns, ho!

Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS

 

Enter MARGARELON

 

MARGARELON. Turn, slave, and fight.

THERSITES. What art thou?

MARGARELON. A bastard son of Priam’s.

THERSITES. I am a bastard too; I love bastards. I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything 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.

Exit

MARGARELON. The devil take thee, coward! Exit

ACT V. SCENE 8.

Another part of the plain

 

Enter HECTOR

 

HECTOR. 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!

[Disarms]

 

Enter ACHILLES and his Myrmidons 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.

ACHILLES. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.

[HECTOR falls]

So, Ilion, fall thou next! Come, Troy, sink down; Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.

On, Myrmidons, and cry you an amain

‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’

[A retreat sounded]

Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.

MYRMIDON. The Troyan trumpets sound the like, my lord.

ACHILLES. The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.

[Sheathes his sword]

Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail; Along the field I will the Troyan trail. Exeunt

ACT V. SCENE 9.

Another part of the plain

 

Sound retreat. Shout. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and the rest, marching

 

AGAMEMNON. Hark! hark! what shout is this?

NESTOR. Peace, drums!

SOLDIERS. [Within] Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain. Achilles!

DIOMEDES. 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.

AGAMEMNON. March patiently 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

 

ACT V. SCENE 10.

Another part of the plain

 

Enter AENEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, and DEIPHOBUS

 

AENEAS. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field.

Never go home; here starve we out the night.

 

Enter TROILUS

 

TROILUS. Hector is slain.

ALL. Hector! The gods forbid!

TROILUS. 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.

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

TROILUS. 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 great-siz’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’s thoughts.

Strike a free march to Troy. With comfort go; Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

 

Enter PANDARUS

 

PANDARUS. But hear you, hear you!

TROILUS. Hence, broker-lackey. Ignominy and shame Pursue thy life and live aye with thy name!

Exeunt all but PANDARUS

PANDARUS. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis’d! traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so lov’d, 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 being once subdu’d in armed trail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.

 

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. As many as be here of pander’s hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall; Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.

Brethren and sisters of the hold-door 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 and seek about for eases, And at that time bequeath you my diseases. Exit THE END

 

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1602

 

TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL

 

by William Shakespeare

 

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

 

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria

SEBASTIAN, brother of Viola

ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend of Sebastian A SEA CAPTAIN, friend of Viola

VALENTINE, gentleman attending on the Duke CURIO, gentleman attending on the Duke

SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle of Olivia

SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK

MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia

FABIAN, servant to Olivia

FESTE, a clown, servant to Olivia

 

OLIVIA, a rich countess

VIOLA, sister of Sebastian

MARIA, Olivia’s waiting woman

 

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and Attendants

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SCENE:

A city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it ACT I. SCENE I.

The DUKE’S palace

 

Enter ORSINO, Duke of Illyria, CURIO, and other LORDS; MUSICIANS attending DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.

That strain again! It had a dying fall; O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough, no more; ‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe’er,

But falls into abatement and low price Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.

CURIO. Will you go hunt, my lord?

DUKE. What, Curio?

CURIO. The hart.

DUKE. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have.

O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purg’d the air of pestilence!

That instant was I turn’d into a hart, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me.

 

Enter VALENTINE

 

How now! what news from her?

VALENTINE. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years’ heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But like a cloistress she will veiled walk, And water once a day her chamber round With eye-offending brine; all this to season A brother’s dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance.

DUKE. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love when the rich golden shaft Hath kill’d the flock of all affections else That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill’d, Her sweet perfections, with one self king!

Away before me to sweet beds of flow’rs: Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bow’rs.

Exeunt

SCENE II.

The sea-coast

 

Enter VIOLA, a CAPTAIN, and SAILORS

 

VIOLA. What country, friends, is this?

CAPTAIN. This is Illyria, lady.

VIOLA.