Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan: 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!
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 to-day.
Enter one in sumptuous armour
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark: No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well; I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it: wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.