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HECTOR
What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?
Art thou of blood and honour?
THERSITES
No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy rogue.
HECTOR
I do believe thee − live. [30]
Exit.
THERSITES
God-a-mercy that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck − for
frighting me! What’s become of 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. [35]
Exit.
Scene V IT
Enter Diomedes and his Servant.
DIOMEDES
Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus’s horse;
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.
SERVANT
I go, my lord. [5]
Exit.
Enter Agamemnon.
AGAMEMNON
Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
