Act 5 — Scene X. Another part of the field.
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Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus.[2426]
Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.[2427]
Enter Troilus.
Tro. Hector is slain.[2427] 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. 5 Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy![2428] I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,[2428] And linger not our sure destructions on! Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. 10 Tro. You understand me not that tell me so: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,[2429] But dare all imminence that gods and men Address their dangers in. Hector is gone: Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? 15 Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,[2430] Go in to Troy, and say there 'Hector's dead:'[2431] There is a word will Priam turn to stone, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,[2432] Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,[2433] 20 Scare Troy out of itself. But march away:[2434][2435] Hector is dead; there is no more to say.[2435] Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,[2436] Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,[2437] Let Titan rise as early as he dare, 25 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 swift as frenzy's thoughts.[2438] Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:[2439] 30 Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans.
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus.[2440]
Pan. But hear you, hear you![2441] Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame[2442] Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit.[2443] Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones![2444] 35 O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O[2445] traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and[2446] how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved[2447] and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see: 40 Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey and his sting; And being once subdued in armed tail,[2448] Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths:[2449] 45 As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;[2450] Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.[2451] Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,[2452] 50 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,[2453] And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.[2454] 55