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

Tro.
Hector is slain.

all.
Hector? the gods forbid!

Tro.
He's dead; and at the murtherer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, drag'd through the shameful field.—
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones,14Q1241 and smite ^note at Troy,

I say, at once! 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 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 scrietch-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to ^note 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 ^note of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away: ^note
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet;—You vile abominable ^note tents,
Thus proudly pight upon ^note 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 moldeth goblins swift as frenzy ^note thoughts.—
Strike a free march to Troy!—with comfort go;
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [as they are going out, and Troilus last, Enter Pandarus.

Pan.

Do you hear, my lord; do you hear?14Q1242

Tro.
What now? [Exeunt Æneas, and Trojans.

Pan.

Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl.

Tro.
Let me read. [taking it.

Pan.

A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl;

and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ach in my bones, that, unless a man were curst, I cannot tell what to think on't.—What says she there?

Tro.
Words, words, meer words, no matter from the heart;
The effect doth operate another way.—
Go, wind, to wind, [tears, and scatters about, the Letter.] there turn and change together.—
My love with words and errors still she feeds;
But edifies another with her deeds.

Pan.
But hear you, hear you.

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

Pan.

A goodly med'cine for my aching ^note bones!— O world, world, world! thus ^note is the poor agent despis'd! O traitors, and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so desir'd, and ^note 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, being ^note once subdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.—
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths. advancing:
  As many as be here of pander's ^{note note} 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 ^note 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 Pandarus.

CYMBELINE.

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