Patro. O then beware; those wounds heal ill, that men
Have given themselves, because they give them deepest.
Achil. I'll do something;
329 But what I know not yet.—No more; our champion.
Re-enter Ajax, Agamemnon, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomede, Trumpet.
Agam. Here art thou, daring combat, valiant Ajax.
Give, with thy trumpet, a loud note to Troy,
Thou noble champion, that the sounding air
May pierce the ears of the great challenger,
And call him hither.
Ajax. Trumpet, take that purse:
Now crack thy lungs, and split the sounding brass;
Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds, and is answered from within.
Enter Hector, Æneas, and other Trojans.
Agam. Yonder comes the troop.
Æn. [Coming to the Greeks.]
Health to the Grecian lords:—What shall be done
To him that shall be vanquished? or do you purpose
A victor should be known? will you, the knights
Shall to the edge of all extremity
Pursue each other, or shall be divided
By any voice or order of the field?
Hector bade ask.
Agam. Which way would Hector have it?
Æn. He cares not, he'll obey conditions.