Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st | Paris, 'loo! The bull has the game :-'ware have my office, [Troilus! horns, ho! [Exeunt PARIS and MENELAUS. Ere that correction: - Troilus, I say! what, Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry † him; I'll be taken too, Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say! I recký not though I end my life to-day. [Exit. Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek'; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not?-I like thy armour well; Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. SCENE VII.-The same. Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say. -Attend me where I wheel: SCENE VIII. The same. [Exeunt. Enter MARGARELON. Mar. Turn, slave, and fight. Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: 1 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 judgement: Farewell, bastard. Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. SCENE IX.- Another part of the Field. Enter HECTOR. breath': 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 [death! Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and [Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the veil 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; [bone.-Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain, Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain. [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, sticklert like, the armies separates. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly & 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? [Within] Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! Achilles. * Take not this advantage. † An arbitrator at athletic games. Noise, rumour. ↑ Fattenin 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, great-siz'd coward! No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; • Ever. † Pitched, fixed. Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, 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. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rome. - A Street. Enter a Company of mutinous CITIZENS, with Staves, Clubs, and other Weapons. 1 Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish? Cit. Resolved, resolved. 1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. Cit. We know't, we know't. 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away. 2 Cit. One word, good citizens. 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good: What authority surfeits on, would relieve us; If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is again to to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes:† for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. 1 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cat. Consider you what services he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to * Rich. † Thin as rakes. give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with heing proud. 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in nó way say, he is covetous. 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! Cit. Come, come. 1 Cit. Soft; who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people. 1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, pray you. 1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? 1 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone al ready. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care If you'll bestow a small (of what you have Have the patricians of you. For your wants, You are transported by calamity [slander Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgracet with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's members Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it :- Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, Men. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of To the discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt; even so most fitlyş 1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What! 'Fore me, this fellow speaks!-what then? little,) And, through the cranks* and offices of man, mark me, 1 Cit. Ay, Sir; well, well. Men. Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each; Yet I can make my audit up, that all, From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to't? 1 Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this? Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members: For examine Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, [find, Touching the weal o'the common? you shall No public benefit which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, And no way from yourselves.-What do you think? poorest, You the great toe of this assembly? Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you dis- That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 1 Cit. We have ever your good word. will flatter Beneath abhorring.- What would you have, you curs, [you, That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, [hares; Where he should find you lions, finds you Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, [greatness, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves Deserves your hate: and your affections are [plain, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that de In this our fabric, if that they Men. What then? what then? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be re strain'd, Who is the sink o'the body, 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did com Men. Well, what then? What could the belly answer? Men. I will tell you; * Spread it, * Whereas, + Hardship, pends * Windings. + Bane. suaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech What says the other troop? [you, Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em! They said, they were an hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs;[eat; That hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must That meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only:-With these shreds They vented their complainings; which being answer'd, And a petition granted them, a strange one, (To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale,) they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'the Shouting their emulation.§ [moon, Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus, Win upon power, and throw forth greater [themes Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a MESSENGER. Mes. Where's Caius Marcius? Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volces are in arms. Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Dur musty superfluity: -See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VE LUTUS. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; ‡ Pitch. * Pity, compassion. + Heap of dead. I know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you כס: 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Mar. Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, [neers, To gnaw their garners:t-Worshipful mutiYour valour puts well forth: pray, follow. [Exeunt SENATORS, COM. MAR. TIT. und MENEN. CITIZENS steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to girdė Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people, Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. Too proud to be so valiant. [grown [dow Sic. Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shaWhich he treads on at noon: But I do wonder, His insolence can brook to be commanded |