Æne.
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter Troilus.

Tro.
Hector is slain. ^note

All.
Hector! The gods forbid!

Tro.
He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail
In beastly sort dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once ^note let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!

Æne.
My lord, you do discomfort all the host.

Tro.
You understand me not that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of ^note 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 ^note aye be call'd,
Go in to ^note Troy, and say there ^note ‘Hector's dead:’
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Make wells and Niobes ^note of the maids and wives,
Cold ^note statues of the youth, and, in a word,
Scare ^note Troy out of itself. But march away:
Hector is dead ^note; there is no more to say.
Stay yet. You ^note vile ^note abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight ^note upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins ^note swift as frenzy's ^note thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with ^note comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus. ^note

Pan.
But hear you, hear ^note you! ^note

Tro.
Hence, broker-lackey ^note! ignomy and shame ^note
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit. ^note

Pan.
A goodly medicine for my aching bones ^note!

O world! world! world! ^note thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work ^note, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved ^note 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 his sting;
And ^note being once subdued in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths ^note:
As many as be here of Pandar's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's ^note fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your ^note aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door ^note 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 ^note and seek about for eases,
And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit. ^note

NOTES. ^note