SCENE VI.
Another Part of the Field.
Enter Ajax.
Ajax.
Troilus! thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Enter Diomedes.
Dio.
Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Ajax.
What would'st 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.
Tro.
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 upon2 note.
Tro.
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. Ha!—Have at thee, Hector.
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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 befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
[Exit.
Hect.
Fare thee well.
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.—How now, my brother!
Re-enter Troilus.
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 taken too,
Or bring him off.—Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end3 note my life to-day.
[Exit.
Enter one in sumptuous Armour.
Hect.
Stand, stand, thou Greek: thou art a goodly mark.—
No! wilt thou not?—I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it4 note, 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.
[Exeunt.
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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
