Ajax.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy head! Enter Diomed.

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

Ajax.
What wouldst thou?

Dio.
I would correct him.

Ajax.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office,
Ere that correction:—Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!

Enter Troilus.

Troi.
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.

Troi.
Come both, ^{4 note}

Hect.
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! Enter Achilles.

Achil.
Now do I see thee: Ha!—Have at thee,
Hector.

Hect.
Pause, if thou wilt. [Fight.

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.

Hect.
Fare thee well:—
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother?

Re-enter Troilus.

Troi.
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. [Exit. Enter one in armour.

Hect.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:—
No? wilt thou not?—^{5 note}