Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.[2338]
Tro. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,[2339]
I would swim after.[2339]
Dio. Thou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:[2340] 20
Have at thee![2340]
Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian! Now for thy whore,
Trojan! Now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
[Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting.[2341]
Enter Hector.
Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?[2342]
Art thou of blood and honour? 25
Ther. No, no: I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave;[2343]
a very filthy rogue.[2343]
Hect. I do believe thee. Live. [Exit.[2344]
Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
plague break thy neck for frighting me! What's become of[2345] 30
the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one
another: I would laugh at that miracle: yet in a sort
lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit.