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Scene VI.—: Another Part of the Plains. - William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida 
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).
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Another Part of the Plains.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?
What wouldst thou?
I would correct him.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor!
And pay thy life thou ow’st me for my horse!
Ha! art thou there?
I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
He is my prize; I will not look upon.
Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Now I do see thee. Ha! have at thee, Hector!
Pause, if thou wilt.
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.
Fare thee well:—
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
Ajax hath ta’en Æneas: 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.
Enter One in sumptuous armour.
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.