Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, coward! 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 see: Full merrily the humble bee doth sing, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.- cloths. |