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Troilus and Cressida Scenes

Scene 6

Another part of the plains.

(Ajax; Diomedes; Troilus; Hector; Achilles; Greek Knight)

Ajax and Diomedes, both looking for Troilus, quarrel over who has the best right to fight him. Finding them, Troilus fights them both. Achilles and Hector meet and fight, but the chivalrous Hector gives Achilles time to breathe when he needs it. Achilles is not thankful. Troilus sees that Aeneas has been captured and rushes out to save him. Hector sees a Greek in sumptuous armor and decides to take it for himself. (34 lines)

Enter Ajax.


Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!

Enter Diomedes.


Troilus, I say, where’s Troilus?


What wouldst thou?


I would correct him.


Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office

Ere that correction. Troilus, I say, what, Troilus!

Enter Troilus.


O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,

And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse.


Ha, art thou there?


I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.


He is my prize, I will not look upon.


Come both you cogging Greeks, have at you both!

Exeunt fighting.

Enter Hector.


Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!

Enter Achilles.


Now do I see thee, ha! Have at thee, Hector!

They fight.


Pause if thou wilt.


I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troyan.

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.



Fare thee well.

I would have been much more a fresher man,

Had I expected thee. How now, my brother?

Enter 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 today.


Enter a Greek Knight in armor.


Stand, stand, thou Greek, thou art a goodly mark.

No? Wilt thou not? I like thy armor well;

I’ll frush it and unlock the rivets all,

But I’ll be master of it.

Exit Greek Knight.

Wilt thou not, beast, abide?

Why then fly on, I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.



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