SCENE VI. Another part of the plains.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Fare thee well:
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
Ajax hath ta’en AEneas: shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him: I’ll be ta’en too,
Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day.
Enter one in sumptuous armour