Act 5 - Scene 5
Another part of the plains.
Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant
Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
my service to her beauty;
Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
And am her knight by proof.
I go, my lord.
Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,
stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and
bruised: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.
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,
there they fly or die, like scaled sculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy
Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the 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
is call'd impossibility.
O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
have roused 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 to-day
Mad and fantastic execution,
Engaging and redeeming
With such a careless force and forceless care
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
Ay, there, there.
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