Enter Achilles with Myrmidons
Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel;
turn to face in a new direction, circle round
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath,
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Impale 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.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting; then Thersites
The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at
it. Now, bull! Now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Now, my
double-horned Spartan! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! – The bull
has the game; 'ware horns, ho!
Exeunt Paris and Menelaus
Turn, slave, and fight.
What art thou?
A bastard son of Priam's.
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
judgement. Farewell, bastard.
The devil take thee, coward!