Achil. 'Tis done like Hector, but securely done;
A little proudly, and too much despising
The knight opposed; he might have found his match.
Æn. If not Achilles, sir, what is your name?
Achil. If not Achilles, nothing.
Æn. Therefore Achilles; but whoe'er, know this;
Great Hector knows no pride: weigh him but well,
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood,
In love whereof half Hector stays at home.
Achil. A maiden battle? I perceive you then.
330 Agam. Go, Diomede, and stand by valiant Ajax;
As you and lord Æneas shall consent,
So let the fight proceed, or terminate. [The trumpets sound on both sides, while Æneas and Diomede take their places, as Judges of the field. The Trojans and Grecians rank themselves on either side.
Ulys. They are opposed already. [Fight equal at first, then Ajax has Hector at disadvantage; at last Hector closes, Ajax falls on one knee, Hector stands over him, but strikes not, and Ajax rises.
Æn. [Throwing his gauntlet betwixt them.]
Princes, enough; you have both shown much valour.
Diom. And we, as judges of the field, declare,
The combat here shall cease.
Ajax, I am not warm yet, let us fight again.