William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
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