Troilus and Cressida [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

ULYSSES. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general To call together all his state of war; Fresh kings are come to Troy. To-morrow We must with all our main of power stand fast; And here's a lord—come knights from east to west And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.