Agam. They are in action.[2061]
Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
Tro. Hector, thou sleep'st;[2062]
Awake thee![2062] 115
Agam. His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax![2063]
Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets cease.
Æne. Princes, enough, so please you.[2064]
Ajax. I am not warm yet; let us fight again.
Dio. As Hector pleases.
Hect. Why, then will I no more:
Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, 120
A cousin-german to great Priam's seed;
The obligation of our blood forbids
A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:
Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so,[2065]
That thou couldst say 'This hand is Grecian all, 125
And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg
All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood[2066]
Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister
Bounds in my father's;' by Jove multipotent,
Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member 130
Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay[2067]
That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother,[2068]
My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
Be drained! Let me embrace thee, Ajax:[2069] 135
By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
Hector would have them fall upon him thus:
Cousin, all honour to thee!