Heft. 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 swallow'd one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.

[Exit.

SCENE V.

The same.

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,

And am her knight by proof.

Serv. I go, my lord.

Enter AGAMEMNON.

Aga. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner;

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;

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Patroclus

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 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.

Enter ULYSSES.

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Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drowsy blood, 530 Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hack'd and chip'd come to

him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

And

And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,

Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic 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.

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Achil. Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, shew thy face;

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry,

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Exit.

SCENE VI.

Another Part of the Field. Re-enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy

head!

Enter DIOMED.

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

Ajax. What wouldst thou

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Dio. I would correct him.

Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office,

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

Enter TROILUS.

Troi. 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.

Troi. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both. [Exeunt, fighting.

Enter HECTOR.

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

brother!

Enter ACHILLES.

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

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

[Fight.

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.
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He&t.

Hect. Fare thee well:

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

Re-enter TROILUS.

Troi. 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.

Enter one in Armour.

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[Exit.

Helt. 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.

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[Exit.

SCENE VII.

The same.

Enter ACHILLES, with MYRMIDONS.

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say,-Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about;