Where, meeting with the rest, “Kill, kill!” they cried....
And after him, his band of Myrmidons,
With balls of wild-fire in their murdering paws ...
At last, the soldiers pull’d her by the heels,
And swung her howling in the empty air....
We saw Cassandra sprawling in the streets ...
This is not Vergil, or Shakespeare; it is pure Marlowe. By comparing the whole speech with Clarence’s dream, in Richard III., one acquires a little insight into the difference between Marlowe and Shakespeare:
What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
There, on the other hand, is what Marlowe’s style could not do; the phrase has a concision which is almost classical, certainly Dantesque. Again, as often with the Elizabethan dramatists, there are lines in Marlowe, besides the many lines that Shakespeare adapted, that might have been written by either: