_Æne_. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Aiax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
_Troy_. Have with you, Prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
Fairwell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,
Stand fast and wear a castle on thy head.
_Vlyſ_. I’ll bring you to the gates.
_Troy_. Accept distracted thanks.