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 Thyne arrowes on the simple sort? If any care thou haste Of those that are thy freendes, go turne ageinst Achilles head, And like a man revendge on him thy brothers that are dead. In saying this, he brought him where Achilles with his brond Was beating downe the Trojane folk, and leveld so his hond As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead uppon the lond. This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght Take comfort after Hectors death. That stout and valeant knyght Achilles whoo had overthrowen so many men in fyght, Was by that coward carpet knyght beereeved of his lyfe, Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe. But if of weapon womanish he had foreknowen it had His destnye beene to lose his lyfe, he would have beene more glad That Queene Penthesileas bill had slaine him out of hand. Now was the feare of Phrygian folk, the onely glory, and Defence of Greekes, that peerelesse prince in armes, Achilles turnd To asshes. That same God that had him armd, him also burnd. Now is he dust: and of that great Achilles bydeth still A thing of nought, that scarcely can a little coffin fill. Howbee't his woorthy fame dooth lyve, and spreadeth over all The world, a measure meete for such a persone to beefall. This matcheth thee, Achilles, full. And this can never dye. His target also (too th'entent that men myght playnly spye What wyghts it was) did move debate, and for his armour burst Out deadly foode. Not Diomed, nor Ajax Oylye durst Make clayme or chalendge to the same, nor Atreus yoonger sonne, Nor yit his elder, though in armes much honour they had wonne. Alone the sonnes of Telamon and Laert did assay Which of them two of that great pryse should beare the bell away. But Agamemnon from himself the hurthen putts, and cleeres His handes of envye, causing all the Capteines and the Peeres Of Greece to meete amid the camp togither in a place, To whom he put the heering and the judgement of the cace.