_Vlyſ_. Here comes himself to guide you.
_Achil_. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, Princes all.
_Agam_. So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night;
Aiax commands the guard to tend on you.
_Hect_. Thanks, and good night to the Greeks’ general.
_Men_. Good night, my lord.
_Hect_. Good night, sweet Lord Menelaus.
_Ther_. Sweet draught! ‘Sweet’ quoth ’a?
Sweet sink, sweet sewer!
_Achil_. Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
That go or tarry.
_Agam_. Good night.
Exeunt Agamemnon and Menelaus
_Achil_. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
_Diom_. I cannot, lord; I have important business,
The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector.
_Hect_. Give me your hand.
_Vlyſ_. [Aside to Troylus] Follow his torch; he goes to
Calchas’ tent; I’ll keep you company.
_Troy_. Sweet sir, you honour me.
_Hect_. And so, good night.
Exit Diomedes; Vlyſſes and Troylus following
_Achil_. Come, come, enter my tent.
Exeunt all but Thersites
_Ther_. That same Diomed’s a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave;
I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a serpent when he
hisses. He will spend his mouth and promise, like Brabbler the hound;
but when he performs, astronomers foretell it: it is prodigious, there
will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon when Diomed keeps
his word. I will rather leave to see Hector than not to dog him. They
say he keeps a Troian drab, and uses the traitor Calchas’ tent. I’ll
after. Nothing but lechery! All incontinent varlets! Exit