_Hect._ Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee. _Achil._ Behold thy fill. _Hect._ Nay, I have done already. _Achil._ Thou art too brief. I will, the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb. _Hect._ O, like a book of sport, thou read'st me o'er; But there's more in me than thou understand'st. _Achil._ Tell me, ye heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him? there, or there, or there? That I may give the imagined wound a name, And make distinct the very breach, whereout Hector's great spirit flew! answer me, heavens! _Hect._ Wert thou an oracle to tell me this, I'd not believe thee; henceforth guard thee well, I'll kill thee every where. Ye noble Grecians, pardon me this boast; His insolence draws folly from my lips; But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words, Else may I never-- _Ajax._ Do not chafe thee, cousin;-- And you, Achilles, let these threats alone; You may have every day enough of Hector, If you have stomach; the general state, I fear, Can scarce intreat you to perform your boast. _Hect._ I pray you, let us see you in the field; We have had pelting wars, since you refused The Grecian cause. _Achil._ Do'st thou entreat me, Hector? To-morrow will I meet thee, fierce as death; To-night, all peace. _Hect._ Thy hand upon that match. _Agam._ First, all you Grecian princes, go with me, And entertain great Hector; afterwards, As his own leisure shall concur with yours, You may invite him to your several tents. [_Exeunt_ AGAM. HECT. MENEL. NEST. DIOM. _together._ _Troil._ My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, In what part of the field does Calchas lodge? _Ulys._ At Menelaus' tent: There Diomede does feast with him to-night; Who neither looks on heaven or on earth, But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view On Cressida alone. _Troil._ Shall I, brave lord, be bound to you so much, After we part from Agamemnon's tent, To bring me thither? _Ulys._ I shall wait on you. As freely tell me, of what honour was This Cressida in Troy? had she no lovers there, Who mourn her absence? _Troil._ O sir, to such as boasting show their scars, Reproof is due: she loved and was beloved; That's all I must impart. Lead on, my lord. [_Exeunt_ ULYSSES _and_ TROILUS. _Achil._ [_To_ PATRO.] I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night, Which with my sword I mean to cool to-morrow. Patroclus, let us feast him to the height. _Enter_ THERSITES. _Patro._ Here comes Thersites. _Achil._ How now, thou core of envy, Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news? _Thers._ Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, thou idol of ideot worshippers, there's a letter for thee. _Achil._ From whence, fragment? _Thers._ Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. _Patro._ Well said, adversity! what makes thee so keen to-day? _Thers._ Because a fool's my whetstone. _Patro._ Meaning me?