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I’ll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I’ll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide? [30]
Why then, fly on; I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.
Exeunt.

Scene VII IT

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,
Impale him with your weapons round about; [5]
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 [10] double-horned 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