And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty hit, thus goes to bed.

[Sheaths his sword.

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

SCEN E X.

The same.

[Exeunt.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, PRODIOMEDES, and Others, marching. Shouts within.

1

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Nest. Peace, drums.

Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !

[Within,] Achilles !

Dio. The bruit is

Hector's slain, and, by

Achilles.

Let one be sent

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was as good a man as he. Agam. March patiently along:To pray Achilles see us at our tent. If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, aud our sharp wars are ended.

[Exeunt, marching.

Aene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home'; here starve we out the night.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!

Sit, gods upon your thrones, and sinile at Troy! I say, at once let your brief plagues be 'mercy, And linger not our sure destructions on!

Aene. 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 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,
Scale 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

siz'a 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 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.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, brother lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and livé aye with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a learn be so loved, and the performwork, and how ill requited! Why should our ance so loath'd? what verse for it? what instance

for it?

Let me see:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he e hath lost his h honey, and his sting : And being once subdu'd in armed tail, Sweet, honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.

As 1ere of pander's hall,

Your eyes,

as be

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, bequeath you my diseases.

[Exit.