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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'd


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 bide our inward woe.

[Exeunt Æneas, and Trojans.

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side,

PANDARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you!

Tro. Hence, broker lackey ! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine 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


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
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, bequeath you my diseases.





Printed by James Ballantyne,


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