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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.

Enter HECTOR.

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.

[Exit.

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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.
Serv.

I go, my lord.

[Erit Seryant.

Enter AGAMEMNON.
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 sculls5 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.

YOL VII.

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Enter ULYSSES.

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

him,
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.

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil.

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.

SCENE VI.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter AJAX.

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

Enter DIOMEDES.

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

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 !

Enter 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.

Enter HECTOR.

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

brother !

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

Hector.
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 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.

[Exeunt.

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