Part 43

Vlyſ. O, courage, 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. Aiax hath lost a friend And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d and at it, Roaring for Troylus; 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 Aiax

Aiax. Troylus! thou coward Troylus! Exit

Diom. Ay, there, there.

Nestor. So, so, we draw together. Exit 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

Enter Aiax

Aiax. Troylus, thou coward Troylus, show thy head.

Enter Diomedes

Diom. Troylus, I say! Where’s Troylus?

Aiax. What wouldst thou?

Diom. I would correct him.

Aiax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office Ere that correction. Troylus, I say! What, Troylus!

Enter Troylus

Troy. O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse.

Diom. Ha! art thou there?

Aiax. I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.

Diom. He is my prize. I will not look upon.

Troy. Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you Exeunt fighting

Enter Hector

Hect. Yea, Troylus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

Enter Achilles

Achil. Now do I see thee, ha! Have at thee, Hector!

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troian. Be happy that my arms are out of use; My rest and negligence befriends 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.

Re-enter Troylus

How now, my brother!