Troilus and Cressida
Act 5, Scene 5
Another part of the plains.
- Enter Diomedes and his Servant.
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- 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 chastis’d the amorous Troyan,
- And am her knight by proof.
- I go, my lord.
- Enter Agamemnon.
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- 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.
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- Go bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles,
- And bid the snail-pac’d 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 call’d impossibility.
- Enter Ulysses.
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- O, courage, courage, princes! Great Achilles
- Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance.
- Patroclus’ wounds have rous’d his drowsy blood,
- Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
- That noseless, handless, hack’d and chipp’d, come to him,
- Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,
- And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d and at it,
- Roaring for Troilus, who hath done today
- 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.
- Troilus, thou coward Troilus!
- Ay, there, there.
- So, so, we draw together.
- Enter Achilles.
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- 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.