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AENEAS

How have we spent this morning!
The prince must think me tardy and remiss, [140]
That swore to ride before him in the field.

PARIS
’Tis Troilus’ fault; come, come, to field with him.

DEIPHOBUS

Let us make ready straight.

AENEAS

Yea, with a bridegroom’s fresh alacrity,
Let us address to tend on Hector’s heels. [145]
The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
On his fair worth and single chivalry.

Exeunt.

Scene V IT

Enter Ajax, armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulysses,
Nestor, Calchas, and trumpeter.

AGAMEMNON

Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating time. With starting courage,
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appallèd air
May pierce the head of the great combatant, [5]

And hale him hither.

AJAX
Thou, trumpet, there’s my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe;
Blow, villain, till thy spherèd bias cheek

Outswell the colic of puffed Aquilon.
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; [10]