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Act V. Scene VI.

Scene VI.—Another Part of the Plains.

Enter AJAX.

Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy
head!

Enter DIOMEDES.
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!

Enter TROILUS.
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.

Enter HECTOR.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my
youngest brother!

Enter ACHILLES.
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-enter TROILUS.
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.
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