35243303Nest. Peace drums.

35253304Sould: within. Achilles, Achilles, Hectors slaine Achilles.

35263305Dio. The bruite is Hectors slaine and by Achilles.

35273306Aiax. If it be so yet braglesse let it bee,

35283307Great Hector was as good a man as he.

35293308Aga. March patiently along: let one bee sent,

35303309To pray Achilles see vs at our tent:

35313310If in his death the Gods haue vs befriended.

35323311Great Troy is ours, and our sharpe wars are ended. Exeunt.

35353313AEne. Stand ho? yet are we masters of the field,

35363315Troy. Neuer goe home, here starue we out the night,

35383316Hector is slaine.

35393317All. Hector! the gods forbid.

35403318Troy. Hee's dead and at the murtherers horses taile,

35413319In bestly sort dragd through the shamefull field:

35423320Frowne on you heauens, effect your rage with speed,

35433321Sit gods vpon your thrones, and smile at Troy.

35443322I say at once, let your breefe plagues be mercy,

35453323And linger not our sure destructions on.

35463324AEne. My Lord you doe discomfort all the host.

35473325Troy. You vnderstand me not that tell me so,

35483326I do not speake of flight, of feare of death

35493327But dare all immynence that gods and men

35503328Addresse their daungers in. Hector is gone:

35513329Who shall tell Priam so or Hecuba?

35523330Let him that will a scrich-ould aye be call'd,

35533331Goe into Troy and say their Hectors dead,

35543332There is a word will Priam turne to stone,

35553333Make wells and Niobe's of the maides and wiues:

35563334Could statues of the youth and in a word,

35573335Scarre Troy out of it selfe, there is no more to say,

35593336Stay yet you proud abhominable tents:

35603337Thus proudly pitcht vpon our Phrigian plaines,

35613338Let Tytan rise as earely as he dare,

35623339Ile through, and through you, and thou great siz'd coward,

35633340No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:

M Ile