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Troilus and Cressida: Act 5 Scene 10
Scene X Another part of the plains.
- [Enter AENEAS and Trojans]
- Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
- Never go home; here starve we out the night.
- [Enter TROILUS]
- Hector is slain.
- Hector! the gods forbid!
- 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 let your brief plagues be mercy,
- And linger not our sure destructions on!
- My lord, you do discomfort all the host!
- 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-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.
- Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
- Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
- [Exeunt AENEAS and Trojans]
- [As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other
- side, PANDARUS]
- But hear you, hear you!
- Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame
- Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
- A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world!
- world! world! thus is the poor agent despised!
- O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set
- a-work, and how ill requited! why should our
- endeavour be so loved 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 being once subdued in armed tail,
- 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 bequeathe you my diseases.