Another Part of the Plains. |
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Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. |
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; |
Present the fair steed to my Lady Cressid: |
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: |
Tell her I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, |
And am her knight by proof. |
Serv. I go, my lord. [Exit. |
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Enter AGAMEMNON. |
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas |
Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon |
Hath Doreus prisoner, |
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, |
Upon the pashed corses of the kings |
Epistrophus and Cedius; Polixenes is slain; |
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt; |
Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes |
Sore hurt and bruis'd; the dreadful Sagittary |
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed, |
To reinforcement, or we perish all. |
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Enter NESTOR. |
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; |
And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame. |
There is a thousand Hectors in the field: |
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, |
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot, |
And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls |
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, |
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, |
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: |
Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes, |
Dexterity so obeying appetite |
That what he will he does; and does so much |
That proof is called impossibility. |
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Enter ULYSSES. |
Ulyss. O! courage, courage, princes; great Achilles |
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: |
Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, |
Together with his mangled Myrmidons, |
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, |
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, |
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it, |
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day |
Mad and fantastic execution, |
Engaging and redeeming of himself |
With such a careless force and forceless care |
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, |
Bade him win all. |
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Enter AJAX. |
Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit. |
Dio. Ay, there, there. |
Nest. So, so, we draw together. |
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Enter ACHILLES. |
Achil. Where is this Hector? |
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; |
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry: |
Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt. |
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