Ulys. I wonder now, how yonder city stands,
When we have here her base and pillar by us.
Hect. I know your count'nance, lord Ulysses, well.
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Since first I saw yourself and Diomede
In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.
Achil. Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.
Hect. Is this Achilles?
Hect. Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee.
Achil. Behold thy fill.
Hect. Nay, I have done already.
Achil. Thou art too brief. I will, the second time,
As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
Hect. O, like a book of sport, thou read'st me o'er;
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.