ULYSSES.
The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word;
Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;
Not soon provok’d, nor being provok’d soon calm’d;
His heart and hand both open and both free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows,
Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath;
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;
For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
To tender objects, but he in heat of action
Is more vindicative than jealous love.
They call him Troilus, and on him erect
A second hope as fairly built as Hector.
Thus says Aeneas, one that knows the youth
Even to his inches, and, with private soul,
Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.
[Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight.]
AGAMEMNON.
They are in action.
NESTOR.
Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
TROILUS.
Hector, thou sleep’st; awake thee!
AGAMEMNON.
His blows are well dispos’d. There, Ajax!
[Trumpets cease.]
DIOMEDES.
You must no more.
AENEAS.
Princes, enough, so please you.
AJAX.
I am not warm yet; let us fight again.