_Achil_. Now do I see thee, ha! Have at thee, Hector!
_Hect_. Pause, if thou wilt.
_Achil_. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troian.
Be happy that my arms are out of use;
My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Exit
_Hect_. Fare thee well.
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.