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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field. Enter Ajax.

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

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

Aja.
What would'st thou?

Dio.
I would correct him.

Aja.
Were I the general, thou should'st have my office,
Ere that correction:—Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!

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Enter Troilus.

Tro.
O traitor Diomed!—turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay the life note thou ow'st me for my horse.

Dio.
Ha! art thou there?

Aja.
I'll fight with him alone; stand, Diomed.

Dio.
He is my prize, I will not look upon.

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

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

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

Hec.
Pause, if thou wilt.
[dropping his Sword.

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

Hec.
Fare thee well:—
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother?
Re-enter Troilus, hastily.

Tro.
Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him; I'll be ta'en too,
Or bring him off:—Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end note my life to-day.
[Exit. Alarums. Enter Grecians, and pass over; amongst them, one in goodly Armour.

Hec.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark!—
No? wilt thou not?—I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

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But I'll be master of it:—Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exit.
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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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