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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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Scene VI. [Footnote: Another note part of the field. Enter Ajax.

Ajax. note
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Enter Diomedes.

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

-- 255 --

Ajax.
What wouldst thou?

Dio.
I would correct him.

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

Tro.
O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy note life thou owest note 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. note

Tro.
Come both, note you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
[Exeunt, fighting. note Enter Hector. note

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

Achil. note
Now do I see thee; ha note! have at thee, Hector!
note

Hect.
Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil.
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriends note thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear note of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
[Exit. note

Hect.
Fare thee well:

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I would have been much more note a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. Re-enter note Troilus.
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 note him; I'll be ta'en note too,
Or bring him off. Fate, hear note me what I say!
I reck note not though I end note my life to-day.
[Exit. Enter one in sumptuous armour. note

Hect.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark. note
No? note wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets note all,
But I'll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
[Exeunt. note note
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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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