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

5.5.23373Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid.

5.5.33374Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

5.5.43375Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan,

5.5.53376And am her knight by proof.

And am her knight by proof. I go, my lord.

Renew, renew. The fierce Polidamus

5.5.73379Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon

5.5.83380Hath Doreus prisoner,

5.5.93381And stands Colossus-wise waving his beam

5.5.103382Upon the pashèd corpses of the kings

5.5.113383Epistropus and Cedus. Polixines is slain,

5.5.123384Amphimacus and Thous deadly hurt,

5.5.133385Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes

5.5.143386Sore hurt and bruised. The dreadful Sagittary

5.5.153387Appalls our numbers. Haste we, Diomed,

5.5.163388To reinforcement, or we perish all.

[To Greek soldiers] Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles,

5.5.183391And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.

5.5.193392There is a thousand Hectors in the field.

5.5.203393Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,

5.5.213394And there lacks work. Anon he's there afoot,

5.5.223395And there they fly or die, like scalèd shoals

5.5.233396Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

5.5.243397And there the straying Greeks, ripe for his edge,

5.5.253398Fall down before him like the mower's swathe;

5.5.263399Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,

5.5.273400Dexterity so obeying appetite

5.5.283401That what he will, he does, and does so much

5.5.293402That proof is called impossibility.

Oh, courage, courage, princes. Great Achilles

5.5.323405Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance;

5.5.333406Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood

5.5.343407Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

5.5.353408That noseless, handless, hacked, and chipped, come to him,

5.5.363409Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

5.5.373410And foams at mouth, and he is armed and at it,

5.5.383411Roaring for Troilus, who hath done today

5.5.393412Mad and fantastic execution,

5.5.403413Engaging and redeeming of himself

5.5.413414With such a careless force and forceless care

5.5.423415As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

5.5.43Bade him win all.

Troilus, thou coward, Troilus.

Ay, there, there.

So, so, we draw together.

Where is this Hector?

5.5.483422Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face.

5.5.493423Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

5.5.503424Hector. Where's Hector? I will none but Hector.