| ACT V SCENE V | Another part of the plains. | |
| [Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant] |
| DIOMEDES | Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse; |
| Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: |
| Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; |
| Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan, |
| And am her knight by proof. | 5 |
| Servant | I go, my lord. |
| [Exit] |
| [Enter AGAMEMNON] |
| AGAMEMNON | Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas |
| Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon |
| Hath Doreus prisoner, |
| And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, | 10 |
| Upon the pashed corses of the kings |
| Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain, |
| Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt, |
| Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes |
| Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary | 15 |
| Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed, |
| To reinforcement, or we perish all. |
| [Enter NESTOR] |
| NESTOR | Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles; |
| And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame. |
| There is a thousand Hectors in the field: | 20 |
| Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, |
| And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot, |
| And 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, | 25 |
| 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 |
| That proof is call'd impossibility. | 30 |
| [Enter ULYSSES] |
| ULYSSES | O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles |
| Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: |
| Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, |
| Together with his mangled Myrmidons, |
| That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, | 35 |
| 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 of himself | 40 |
| With such a careless force and forceless care |
| As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, |
| Bade him win all. |
| [Enter AJAX] |
| AJAX | Troilus! thou coward Troilus! |
| [Exit] |
| DIOMEDES | Ay, there, there. | 45 |
| NESTOR | So, so, we draw together. |
| [Enter ACHILLES] |
| ACHILLES | Where is this Hector? |
| Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face; |
| Know what it is to meet Achilles angry: |
| Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector. | 50 |
| [Exeunt] |
Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida: Scenes and Commentary