_Ther._ Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of[2331][2332] Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that[2332] that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, 5 might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand. O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty[2333] swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese,[2334] Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth[2335] 10 a blackberry. They set me up in policy that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim[2336] barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. 15 _Enter_ DIOMEDES _and_ TROILUS.[2337] Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.[2338] _Tro._ Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,[2339] I would swim after.[2339] _Dio._ Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:[2340] 20 Have at thee![2340] _Ther._ Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore, Trojan! Now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [_Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting._[2341] _Enter_ HECTOR. _Hect._ What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?[2342] Art thou of blood and honour? 25 _Ther._ No, no: I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave;[2343] a very filthy rogue.[2343] _Hect._ I do believe thee. Live. [_Exit._[2344] _Ther._ God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me! What's become of[2345] 30 the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle: yet in a sort lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [_Exit._ SCENE V. _Another part of the field._ _Enter_ DIOMEDES _and_ Servant.[2346] _Dio._ Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;[2347] 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. _Ser._ I go, my lord. [_Exit._ 5 _Enter_ AGAMEMNON.[2348]