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Have at thee!

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

[Exeunt 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.


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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.

I go, my lord.

[Erit Seryant.


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 scullss 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.

5 Shoal of fish.

4 Bruised, crushed.




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.

Ajaz. 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.

Enter AJAX.

Ajac. 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

traitor, 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


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.

[Erit. · 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 carry 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. [Excit.

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

mark: 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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