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Baft. The devil take thee, coward.
Hect. Moft putrified core, so fair without!
Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet;
[They fall upon Hector, and kill him.
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erfpreads the earth;
And, ftickler-like, the armies feparates.
My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed,
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomedes,
and the reft marching.
Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that?
Neft. Peace, drums.
Sol. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's flain! Achilles !
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Aga. March haftily along; let one be fent pray Achilles fee us at our Tent.
If in his death the Gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exe, Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.
Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night.
Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horfe's tail
Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the Hoft.
Who fhall tell Priam fo? or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a fcrietch-owl ay be call'd,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains :
I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd
No fpace of earth fhall funder our two hates;
Pan. But hear you, hear you?
Troi. Hence, brothel-lacquey; ignominy, fhame
[Strikes him. Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set at work, and how ill requited? why fhould our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verse for it? what inftance for it? let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting; But being once fubdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.
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Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's Fall;
The End of the Seventh Volume.