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- $Unique_ID{SSP01270}
- $Title{Troilus and Cressida: Act V, Scene V}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01250.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
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- ACT V
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- SCENE V: Another part of the plains.
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- {Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.}
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- 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.
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- Servant: I go, my lord.
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- [Exit.]
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- {Enter AGAMEMNON.}
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- AGAMEMNON: Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
- Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
- Hath Doreus prisoner,
- And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
- Upon the pashed corses of the kings 10
- 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
- Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
- To reinforcement, or we perish all.
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- {Enter NESTOR.}
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- NESTOR: 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, 20
- 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,
- 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.
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- {Enter ULYSSES.}
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- ULYSSES: O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles 30
- 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,
- 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
- With such a careless force and forceless care 40
- As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
- Bade him win all.
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- {Enter AJAX.}
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- AJAX: Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
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- [Exit.]
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- DIOMEDES: Ay, there, there.
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- NESTOR: So, so, we draw together.
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- {Enter ACHILLES.}
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- 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.
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- [Exeunt.]
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