AJAX.
What wouldst thou?
DIOMEDES.
I would correct him.
AJAX.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! What, Troilus!
Enter Troilus.
TROILUS.
O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse.
DIOMEDES.
Ha! art thou there?
AJAX.
I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.
DIOMEDES.
He is my prize. I will not look upon.
TROILUS.
Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
[Exeunt fighting.]