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Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy whore, Trojan !—now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

[Ereunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.


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Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Hec

tor'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 frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues ? I think, they have swallowed one another : I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.



The same.

Enter DIOMEDES 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, And am her knight by proof. Sero.

I go, my lord.

[Exit Servant.



Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner:
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, 3
Upon the pashed 4 corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius : Polixenes is slain ;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers ; haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter NESTOR. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ; And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field : Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls 5 Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility.

3 Lance.

4 Bruised, crushed.

5 Shoal of fish.



Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance :
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to

Crying on Hector Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,
Roaring for Troilus ; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastick execution ;
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.


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.

[Exeunt. 6 Killer.

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Another Part of the Field.

Enter AJAX.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!


Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?

What would'st thou ?
Dio. I would correct him.
Ajar. Were I the general, thou should'st have my

office, Ere that correction :--Troilus, I say! what, Troilus !


Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou

And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse !

Dio. Ha! art thou there?
Ajax. I'll fight with him alone : stand, Diomed.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. ?
Tro. Come both, you cogging & Greeks; have at

[Exeunt, fighting.


you both.


Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest Enter ACHILLES.


7 Not be a looker-on.

8 Lying.

Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha! Have at thee,

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan,
Be happy, that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

[Exit. Hect.

Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man; Had I expected thee.--How now, my brother?

Re-enter TROILUS.
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry9 him; I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off :-Fate, hear me what I say !
I reck' not though I end my life to-day. [Exit.

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Enter one in sumptuous Armour,
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly

No? wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well ;
I'll frush? it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.



9 Prevail over.

I Care.

2 Burst.

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