Troilus and Cressida

another: I would laugh at that miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I’ll seek them. Exit.

Scene V

Another part of the plains.

	Enter Diomedes and a Servant.
Diomedes	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 chastised the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof.
Servant	I go, my lord. Exit.
	Enter Agamemnon.
Agamemnon	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.
Nestor	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.
Ulysses	O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles 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! Exit.
Diomedes	Ay, there, there.
Nestor	So, so, we draw together.
	Enter Achilles.
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 plains.

	Enter Ajax.
Ajax	Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
	Enter Diomedes.
Diomedes	Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?
Ajax	What wouldst thou?
Diomedes	I would correct him.
Ajax	Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
	Enter Troilus.
Troilus	O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!
Diomedes	Ha, art thou there?
Ajax	I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
Diomedes	He is my prize; I will not look upon.
Troilus	Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both! Exeunt, fighting.
	Enter Hector.
Hector	Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
	Enter Achilles.
Achilles	Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
Hector	Pause, if thou wilt.
Achilles	I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan: 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.
Hector	Fare thee well: I would have been much more a fresher man, Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
	Re-enter Troilus.
Troilus	Ajax hath ta’en Aeneas: shall it be? No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, He shall not carry him: I’ll be ta’en too, Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say! I reck not though I end my life to-day. Exit.
	Enter one in sumptuous armour.
Hector	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. Exeunt.

Scene VII

Another part of the plains.

	Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Achilles	Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel: Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath: And when I have the bloody Hector found, Empale him with your weapons round about; In fellest manner execute your aims. Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye: It is decreed Hector the great must die. Exeunt.
	Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting: then Thersites.
Thersites	The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! ’Loo, Paris, ’loo! now my double-henned sparrow! ’loo, Paris, ’loo! The bull has the game: ware horns, ho! Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
	Enter Margarelon.
Margarelon	Turn, slave, and fight.
Thersites	What art thou?
Margarelon	A bastard son of Priam’s.
Thersites	I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewell, bastard. Exit.
Margarelon	The devil take thee, coward! Exit.

Scene VIII

Another part of the plains.

	Enter Hector.
Hector	Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life. Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take good breath: Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death. Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him.
	Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Achilles	Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: Even with the vail and darking of the sun, To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.
Hector	I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
Achilles	Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek. Hector falls. So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down! Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain, “Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.” A retreat sounded. Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
Myrmidons	The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Achilles	The dragon