Strike a free march to Troy: with comfort go: [Exeunt Eneas and Trojans. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Troi. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy1 and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit Troilus. Pan. 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 endeavor 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.2 As many as be here of pander's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; 1 For ignominy. 2 i. e. the painted canvas, with which your rooms are bung. Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this ;- [Exit. |