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Scene VI.—: Another Part of the Plains. - William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida [1609]

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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).

Part of: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare)

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Scene VI.—

Another Part of the Plains.

EnterAjax.

Ajax.

Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!

EnterDiomedes.

Dio.

Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?

Ajax.

What wouldst thou?

Dio.

I would correct him.

Ajax.

Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office

Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!

EnterTroilus.

Tro.

O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor!

And pay thy life thou ow’st me for my horse!

Dio.

Ha! art thou there?

Ajax.

I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.

Dio.

He is my prize; I will not look upon.

Tro.

Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!

[Exeunt, fighting.

EnterHector.

Hect.

Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

EnterAchilles.

Achil.

Now I do see thee. Ha! have at thee, Hector!

Hect.

Pause, if thou wilt.

Achil.

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.

[Exit.

Hect.

Fare thee well:—

I would have been much more a fresher man,

Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!

Re-enterTroilus.

Tro.

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.

[Exit.

Enter One in sumptuous armour.

Hect.

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.