Aga.
Renew, renew. The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon; ^{7 note}bastard Margarelon

Hath Doreus prisoner,
And stands Colossus wife, waving his beam
Upon the pashed coarses of the Kings,
Epistropus and Odius. Polyxenus is slain;
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd; ^{8 note}
the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomede,
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 are a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now, here he fights ^{9 note}on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon, he's there a-foot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled shoals
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there ^{1 note}
the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath;
Here, there, and ev'ry 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.

Ulys.
Oh, courage, courage, Princes; great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance;
Patroclus' wounds have rouz'd his drousy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hackt and chipt, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax has 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
Bad him win all.

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