Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
Troilus. Away!-Away!

Cassandra. Farewell.-Yet soft:-Hector, I take my leave;

Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit.
Hector. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim;
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight:
Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night.
Priam. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about
thee!

[Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR.
Alarums.

Troilus. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,
PANDARUS.

Pandarus. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Troilus. What now?

Pandarus. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Troilus. Let me read.

Pandarus. A ptisick, a rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes, too; and such an ache in my bones, that I cannot tell what to think on't. What says she there?

Troilus. Words, words, mere words, no matter from

the heart;

[Tearing the Letter.

The effect doth operate another way.

Go wind, to wind, there turn and change together.— My love with words and errors still she feeds;

But edifies another with her deeds. [Exeunt severally.

SCENE IV. Between TROY and the GRECIAN Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES.

Thersites. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the jilt there, might send that Greekish villain with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand.—O' the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouseeaten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth a black-berry :-They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax, prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.-Soft! here come sleeve, and t' other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.

Troilus. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx,

I would swim after.

Diomedes.

Thou dost miscall retire:

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:

Have at thee!

Thersites. Now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

[Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.

Enter Hector.

Hector. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?

Art thou of blood, and honour?

Thersites. No, no:—I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.

Hector. I do believe thee;-live.

[Exit.

Thersites. Jove-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. I'll seek them. [Exit.

SCENE V.-The same.

Enter DIOMEDES and a SERVANT.

Diomedes. 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.

Servant.

I go, my lord. [Exit SERVANT.

Enter AGAMEΜΝΟΝ.

Agamemnon. Renew, renew! The ficrce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon

Hath Doreus prisoner:

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,9
Upon the pashed1 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.

Nestor. 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 sculls2
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
1 Bruised, crushed.

9 Lance.

2 Shoal of fish.

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.

Ulysses. 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.

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.

SCENE VI.-Another part of the Field.

Enter AJAX.

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

Enter DIOMEDES.

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

Ajax.

Diomedes. I would correct him.

What wouldst thou?

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

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

Enter TROILUS.

Troilus. O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!

Diomedes. Ha! art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Diomedes. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Troilus. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both. [Exeunt fighting.

Enter HECTOR.

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Hector. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

Enter ACHILLES.

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

Hector.

Hector. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achilles. 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.

Hector.

[Exit.

Fare thee well:

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

Re-enter TROILUS.

Troilus. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?

VOL. V.

3 Lying.

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