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Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim: Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Pri. Farewell: The gods with safety stand about
[Ercunt seterally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my
sleeve. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side,
Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were curs’d, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What
she there? Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
(Tearing the letter. The effect doth operate another way.Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edifies another with her deeds.
Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES.
Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan, ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals,--that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, -is not prov'd worth a blackberry!—They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.
Enter DIOMED, TROIlus following. Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after. Dio.
Thou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Tro. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-- now for thy wbore, Trojan!- now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
[Exeunt Troilus and Diomed, fighting.
Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Hector's
match ? Art thou of blood, and honour?
Ther. No, no:-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee; - live.
[Exit. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; But a plague break thy neck, for frigbting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, they have swallow'd one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.
Enter DIOMED, and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus'
horse; Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,
I go, my lord.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
Enter AJAX. Ajar. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. Dio.
Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.