Another Part of the Plains. | |
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Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. | |
| Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus’ horse; | |
| Present the fair steed to my Lady Cressid: | 4 |
| 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. [Exit. | 8 |
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Enter AGAMEMNON. | |
| Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas | |
| Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon | |
| Hath Doreus prisoner, | 12 |
| 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; | 16 |
| 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. | 20 |
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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: | 24 |
| 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, | 28 |
| And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, | |
| Fall down before him, like the mower’s swath: | |
| Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes, | |
| Dexterity so obeying appetite | 32 |
| That what he will he does; and does so much | |
| That proof is called impossibility. | |
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Enter ULYSSES. | |
| Ulyss. O! courage, courage, princes; great Achilles | 36 |
| 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, | 40 |
| 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 fantastic execution, | 44 |
| 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. | 48 |
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Enter AJAX. | |
| Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. | |
| Dio. Ay, there, there. | |
| Nest. So, so, we draw together. | 52 |
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Enter ACHILLES. | |
| Achil. Where is this Hector? | |
| Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; | |
| Know what it is to meet Achilles angry: | 56 |
| Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. | |
