Page 2882 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

HECTOR

I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
Ah, sir, there’s many a Greek and Trojan dead
Since first I saw yourself and Diomed [215]

In Ilium, on your Greekish embassy.

ULYSSES

Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.
My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, [220]

Must kiss their own feet.

HECTOR

I must not believe you.
There they stand yet, and modestly I think
The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost

A drop of Grecian blood. The end crowns all;
And that old common arbitrator, Time, [225]
Will one day end it.

ULYSSES
So to him we leave it.
Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.

After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me, and see me at my tent.

ACHILLES
I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou! [230]
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;

I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.

HECTOR
Is this Achilles?

ACHILLES