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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.
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
I go, my lord.
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,
4 Bruised, crushed.
5 Shoal of fish.
Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
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.
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
Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan,
[Exit. · Hect.
Fare thee well:I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee.--How now, my brother?
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.