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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE XII. Enter Ajax.

Ajax.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus.
[Exit.

Dio.
Ay, there, there.

Nest.
So, so, we draw together.
[Exeunt. Enter Achilles.

Achil.
Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-killer, shew me thy face:
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.
Hector, where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
[Exit. Re-enter Ajax.

Ajax.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy head.
Re-enter Diomede.

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

Ajax.
What wouldst thou?

Dio.
I would correct him.

Ajax.
Were I the general, thou should'st have my office,
Ere that correction: Troilus, I say, what Troilus?
Enter Troilus.

Troi.
Oh traitor Diomede! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life, thou owest me for my horse.

Dio.
Ha, art thou there?

Ajax.
I'll fight with him alone: stand Diomede.

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

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

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

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

Hect.
Pause, if thou wilt.
[Fight.

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Achil.
I do disdain thy courtesie, 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?
Enter Troilus.

Troi.
Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n
He shall not carry him: I'll be taken too,
Or bring him off: Fate, hear me what I say;
I † notereck not, though thou end my life to-day.
[Exit. Enter one in armour.

Hect.
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,
But I'll be master of it; wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
[Exit. Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.

Achil.
Come here about me, you my Myrmidons.
Mark what I say, attend me where I wheel;
Strike not a stroke, but keep your selves in breath;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about:
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceeding eye:
It is decreed—Hector the great must dye.
[Exeunt.

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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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