_Tro._ Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, 120 To shame the zeal of my petition to thee[1984] In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,[1985] She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. I charge thee use her well, even for my charge; 125 For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, I'll cut thy throat.[1986] _Dio._ O, be not moved, Prince Troilus: Let me be privileged by my place and message To be a speaker free; when I am hence, 130 I'll answer to my lust: and know you, lord,[1987] I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth She shall be prized; but that you say 'Be't so,' I'll speak it in my spirit and honour 'No!'[1988] _Tro._ Come, to the port. I'll tell thee, Diomed,[1989] 135 This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head. Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. [_Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes._ [_A trumpet sounds._[1990] _Par._ Hark! Hector's trumpet. _Æne._ How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss, 140 That swore to ride before him to the field.[1991] _Par._ 'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with him.[1992] _Dei._ Let us make ready straight.[1993][1994] _Æne._ Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity,[1993] Let us address to tend on Hector's heels:[1993] 145 The glory of our Troy doth this day lie[1993] On his fair worth and single chivalry. [_Exeunt._[1993][1995] SCENE V. _The Grecian camp. Lists set out._ _Enter_ AJAX, _armed_; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES, PATROCLUS, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, _and others_.[1996] _Agam._ Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage.[1997] Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant[1998] 5 And hale him hither.[1998] _Ajax._ Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.[1999] Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek[2000] Outswell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:[2001] Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; 10 Thou blow'st for Hector. [_Trumpet sounds._[2002] _Ulyss._ No trumpet answers. _Achil._ 'Tis but early days.[2003] _Agam._ Is not yond Diomed, with Calchas' daughter?[2004]