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SCENE I.
The Field of Battle, the Greeks flying.Chalcas, Ulysses, Agamemnon, &c. &c.
Chal.
Think, warriors, think upon your former fame,
You yet can save us if you will but turn;
Flight is destruction; Hector raging comes
Like sweeping flame, and vaunting of his gods
Calls Jove his sire! O if your hearts retain
One spark of ancient emulation, turn,
Avenge yourselves, and vindicate the heavens.
[Exit.
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O lasting infamy! O last disgrace!
Gods! what a prodigy surprises here;
Fly we from Troy, from Troy's oft vanquish'd bands?
Halt, cowards, halt! halt, dastards dead to shame!
[Exit.
Agam.
Tremendous Jove, thou aid of the distrest,
Was ever king like me so wretched made?
Whence is thy favor to an impious foe,
An atheist crew, abandon'd and unjust?
At altars heap'd with smoking sacrifice,
I ask'd destruction of the Trojan race:
Now, God austere, far humbler is my prayer,
Save but our relics from dread Hector's hand.
[Exeunt.
Thunder. Enter Hector and Trojans.
Hect.
Hear ye the voice of Jove? Success and fame
Wait on our ensigns, and the flying Greeks
For sculking shelter cower behind their wall;
They thought on ours to raise their haughty crests,
And to such ruin as their own shall sink,
To heave the towers of Troy. Come, let us on;
And when before yon fated ships ye fight,
Fight all with fire, and blazing torches hurl,
Till we have wrapt them in one general flame.
[Exeunt.
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