_Troil._ By my few moments of remaining life, I did not hope for any future joy; But thou hast given me pleasure ere I die, To punish such a villain.--Fight apart; [_To his Soldiers._ For heaven and hell have marked him out for me, And I should grudge even his least drop of blood To any other hand. [TROILUS _and_ DIOMEDE _fight, and both Parties engage at the same time. The Trojans make the Greeks retire, and_ TROILUS _makes_ DIOMEDE _give ground, and hurts him. Trumpets sound._ ACHILLES _enters with his Myrmidons, on the backs of the Trojans, who fight in a ring, encompassed round._ TROILUS, _singling_ DIOMEDE, _gets him down, and kills him; and_ ACHILLES _kills_ TROILUS _upon him. All the Trojans die upon the place,_ TROILUS _last._ _Enter_ AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, AJAX, _and Attendants._ _Achil._ Our toils are done, and those aspiring walls, The work of gods, and almost mating heaven, Must crumble into rubbish on the plain. _Agam._ When mighty Hector fell beneath thy sword, Their old foundations shook; their nodding towers Threatened from high the amazed inhabitants; And guardian-gods, for fear, forsook their fanes. _Achil._ Patroclus, now be quiet; Hector's dead; And, as a second offering to thy ghost, Lies Troilus high upon a heap of slain; And noble Diomede beneath, whose death This hand of mine revenged. _Ajax._ Revenged it basely: For Troilus fell by multitudes opprest, And so fell Hector; but 'tis vain to talk. _Ulys._ Hail, Agamemnon! truly victor now! While secret envy, and while open pride, Among thy factious nobles discord threw; While public good was urged for private ends, And those thought patriots, who disturbed it most; Then, like the headstrong horses of the sun, That light, which should have cheered the world, consumed it: Now peaceful order has resumed the reins, Old Time looks young, and Nature seems renewed. Then, since from home-bred factions ruin springs, Let subjects learn obedience to their kings. [_Exeunt._ EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY THERSITES.