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Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
I go, my lord.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus
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 scullst 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.
Shoal of fish.
+ Bruised, crushed.
Ulys. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Ajax. Troilus ! thou coward Troilus! (Erit. 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.
Another part of the field.
Enter Ajax. Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy
What would'st thou?
office, Ere that correction:—Troilas, I say; what, Troilus!
Tro. O traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou
Dio. Ha! art thou there?
Enter Hector. Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest
* 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?
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly
mark: No? wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well; I'll frush fit, 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.
• Prevail over.
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say.-Attend me where I wheel: Strike pot a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute* your arms. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: It is decreed-Hector the great must die. (Ereunt.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting : then Ther.