Troil. Dispatch him, and away.[Going to kill him.
Thers. Hold, hold!—what, is it no more but dispatch a man and away! I am in no such haste: I will not die for Greece; I hate Greece, and by my good will would never have been born there; I was mistaken into that country, and betrayed by my parents to be born there. And besides, I have a mortal enemy among the Grecians, one Diomede, a 355 damned villain, and cannot die with a safe conscience till I have first murdered him.
Troil. Shew me that Diomede, and thou shalt live.
Thers. Come along with me, and I will conduct thee to Calchas's tent, where I believe he is now, making war with the priest's daughter.
Hect. Here we must part, our destinies divide us;
Brother and friend, farewell.
Troil. When shall we meet?
Hect. When the gods please; if not, we once must part.
Look; on yon hill their squandered troops unite.
Troil. If I mistake not, 'tis their last reserve:
The storm's blown o'er, and those but after-drops.
Hect. I wish our men be not too far engaged;
For few we are and spent, as having born
The burthen of the day: But, hap what can,
They shall be charged; Achilles must be there,
And him I seek, or death.
Divide our troops, and take the fresher half.
Troil. O brother!