We cannot force Fortune against her will.DIOMEDE.Could we not find Aeneas? Or the bedOf Paris the accurst, and have his head?ODYSSEUS.Go by night searching through these lines of menFor chiefs to kill? ’Twere death and death again.DIOMEDE.But to go empty back—what shame ’twill be!—And not one blow struck home at the enemy!ODYSSEUS.How not one blow? Did we not baulk and killDolon, their spy, and bear his tokens still?Dost think the whole camp should be thine to quell?