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Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
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,
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.-