AENEAS。 My lord; you do discomfort all the host。 TROILUS。 You
understand me not that tell me so。 I do not speak of flight; of fear of death;
But dare all imminence that gods and men Address their dangers in。
Hector is gone。 Who shall tell Priam so; or Hecuba? Let him that will a
screech…owl aye be call'd Go in to Troy; and say there 'Hector's dead。'
There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Make wells and Niobes of the
maids and wives; Cold statues of the youth; and; in a word; Scare Troy out
of itself。 But; march away; Hector is dead; there is no more to say。 Stay yet。
You vile abominable tents; Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains;
Let Titan rise as early as he dare; I'll through and through you。 And; thou
great…siz'd coward; No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; I'll haunt
thee like a wicked conscience still; That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's
thoughts。 Strike a free march to Troy。 With comfort go; Hope of revenge
shall hide our inward woe。
Enter PANDARUS
PANDARUS。 But hear you; hear you! TROILUS。 Hence; broker…
lackey。 Ignominy and shame Pursue thy life and live aye with thy name!
Exeunt all but PANDARUS PANDARUS。 A goodly medicine for my
aching bones! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd! traitors and
bawds; how earnestly are you set a work; and how ill requited! Why
should our endeavour be so lov'd; and the performance so loathed? What
verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see…
Full merrily the humble…bee doth sing Till he hath lost his honey and
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his sting; And being once subdu'd in armed trail; Sweet honey and sweet
notes together fail。
Good traders in the flesh; set this in your painted cloths。 As many as
be here of pander's hall; Your eyes; half out; weep out at Pandar's fall; Or;
if you cannot weep; yet give some groans; Though not for me; yet for your
aching bones。 Brethren and sisters of the hold…door trade; Some two
months hence my will shall here be made。 It should be now; but that my
fear is this; Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss。 Till then I'll
sweat and seek about for eases; And at that time bequeath you my diseases。
Exit
THE END
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