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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.
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.
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.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
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.
4 Bruised, crushed.
5 Shoal of fish.
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.
Another Part of the Field.
Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
What would'st thou ?
office, Ere that correction :--Troilus, I say! what, Troilus !
Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou
Dio. Ha! art thou there?
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest Enter ACHILLES.
7 Not be a looker-on.
Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha! Have at thee,
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan,
Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man; Had I expected thee.--How now, my brother?
Enter one in sumptuous Armour,
9 Prevail over.