Diomedes

Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;

Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,

And am her knight by proof.

Servant to Paris

I go, my lord. Exit.Enter AGAMEMNON.

Agamemnon

Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas

Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon

Hath Doreus prisoner,

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,

Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain,

Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,

Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes

Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary

Appalls our numbers: haste we, Diomed,

To reinforcement, or we perish all. Enter NESTOR.

Nestor

Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;

And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.

There is a thousand Hectors in the field:

Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,

And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,

And there they fly or die, like scaling sculls

Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

Fall down before him, like a mower's swath:

Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes,

Dexterity so obeying appetite

That what he will he does, and does so much

That proof is called impossibility. Enter ULYSSES.

Ulysses

O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:

Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,

Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend

And foams at mouth, and he is armed and at it,

Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day

Mad and fantastic execution,

Engaging and redeeming of himself

With such a careless force and forceless care

As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

Bade him win all. Enter AJAX.

Ajax

Troilus! thou coward Troilus! Exit.

Diomedes

Ay, there, there.

Nestor

So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES.

Achilles

Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:

Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Exeunt.