_Troy_. O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse.
_Diom_. Ha! art thou there?
_Aiax_. I’ll fight with him alone. Stand, Diomed.
_Diom_. He is my prize. I will not look upon.
_Troy_. Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you
Exeunt fighting