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Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashèd corpses of the kings [10]

Epistrophus and Cedius. Polyxenes is slain,
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
Patroclus ta’en or slain, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruised; the dreadful Sagittary

Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomed, [15]
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter Nestor with soldiers.

NESTOR
Go, bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles,
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame. −

There is a thousand Hectors in the field;
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, [20]
And there lacks work; anon he’s there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scalèd schools

Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower’s swath: [25]
Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,

Dexterity so obeying appetite.
That what he will he does; and does so much
That proof is called impossibility.

Enter Ulysses.

ULYSSES
O, courage, courage, princes! Great Achilles [30]

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance;
Patroclus’ wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped, come to him

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, [35]
And foams at mouth, and he is armed and at it,