Æne.
How now Prince Troilus? wherefore not i'th' field?

Troi.
Because not there; this woman's answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence:
What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

Æne.
That Paris is returned home, and hurt.

Troi.
By whom, Æneas?

Æne.
Troilus, by Menelaus.

Troi.
Let Paris bleed, 'tis but a scar to scorn,
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum.

Æne.
Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day?

Troi.
Better at home, if would I might, were may—
But to the sport abroad—are you bound thither?

Æne.
In all swift haste.

Troi.
Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.

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