1    Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
2    Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
3    Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
4    Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
5    And am her knight by proof.

6    I go, my lord.

7    Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
8    Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
9    Hath Doreus prisoner,
10   And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
11   Upon the pashed corses of the kings
12   Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain,
13   Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
14   Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes
15   Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary
16   Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
17   To reinforcement, or we perish all.

18   Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
19   And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
20   There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
21   Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
22   And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
23   And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls
24   Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
25   And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
26   Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
27   Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes,
28   Dexterity so obeying appetite
29   That what he will he does, and does so much
30   That proof is call'd impossibility.

31   O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
32   Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
33   Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
34   Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
35   That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
36   Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend
37   And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it,
38   Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
39   Mad and fantastic execution,
40   Engaging and redeeming of himself
41   With such a careless force and forceless care
42   As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
43   Bade him win all.

44   Troilus! thou coward Troilus!

45   Ay, there, there.

46   So, so, we draw together.

47   Where is this Hector?
48   Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
49   Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
50   Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector.