foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there in
his helm: I would fain see them meet; that
that same young Trojan ass, that loves the
whore there, might send that Greekish whore-
masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dis-
sembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand.
O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty 10
swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry
cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,
is not proved worth a blackberry. They set me
up in policy that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that
dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the
cur Ajax prouder that the cur Achilles, and will
not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin
to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into
an ill opinion.

Enter Diomedes and Troilus.

Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.

Tro. Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx, 20 I would swim after.

Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire :

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore, Trojan! Now the sleeve, now the

sleeve! [Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting. Enter Hector.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's

match?

Art thou of blood and honour?

Ther. No, no: I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.

Hect. I do believe thee. Live.

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[Exit.

Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me ; but

a plague break thy neck for frighting me!
What's become of the wenching rogues? I
think they have swallowed one another: I would
laugh at that miracle: yet in a sort lechery eats
itself. I'll seek them.

Scene V.

Another part of the field.

Enter Diomedes and Servant.

[Exit.

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

Ser.

Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.

I go, my lord. [Exit.

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: Polyxenes is slain
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful sagittary
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Nestor.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,
And bid the snail-paced 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 every where he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite

That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is call'd impossibility.

Enter Ulysses.

Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles 30 Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have roused 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.

Enter Ajax.

Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus!

Dio.

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[Exit.

Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Acbil.

Enter Achilles.

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.

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.

Dio. I would correct him.

What wouldst thou?

my office

Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have

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 owest me for my horse.