Enter Achilles.
Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
Agam. So now, brave prince of Troy, I take my leave; Ajax commands the guard to wait on you.
Men. Good night, my lord.
Hect. Good night, sweet lord Menelaus.
Thers. [Aside.] Sweet, quotha! Sweet sink, sweet sewer, sweet jakes!
Achil. Nestor will stay; and you, lord Diomede,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
Diom. I cannot, sir; I have important business.
Achil. Enter, my lords.
Ulys. [To Troil.] Follow his torch: he goes to Calchas's tent.
[Exeunt Achil. Hect. Ajax, one way; Diomede another; and after him Ulysses and Troilus.