SCENE VI
Another part of the plains.
[Enter AJAX]
AJAX
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
[Enter DIOMEDES]
DIOMEDES
Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?
Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?
AJAX
What wouldst thou?
What wouldst thou?
DIOMEDES
I would correct him.
I would correct him.
AJAX
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
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!
O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!
DIOMEDES
Ha, art thou there?
Ha, art thou there?
AJAX
I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
DIOMEDES
He is my prize; I will not look upon.
He is my prize; I will not look upon.
TROILUS
Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
[Exeunt, fighting]
[Enter HECTOR]
HECTOR
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
[Enter ACHILLES]
ACHILLES
Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
HECTOR
Pause, if thou wilt.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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]
