NESTOR.
A woman of quick sense.
ULYSSES.
Fie, fie upon her!
There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O! these encounterers so glib of tongue
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every tickling reader! Set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity,
And daughters of the game.
[Trumpet within.]
ALL.
The Trojans’ trumpet.
AGAMEMNON.
Yonder comes the troop.
Enter Hector, armed; Aeneas, Troilus, Paris, Deiphobus and other
Trojans, with attendants.
AENEAS.
Hail, all you state of Greece! What shall be done
To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose
A victor shall 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.
AGAMEMNON.
Which way would Hector have it?
AENEAS.
He cares not; he’ll obey conditions.
AGAMEMNON.
’Tis done like Hector.