3525Sold. Achilles, Achilles, Hector's slaine, Achilles.

3526Dio. The bruite is, Hector's slaine, and by Achilles.

3527Aia. If it be so, yet braglesse let it be:

3528Great Hector was a man as good as he.

3529Agam. March patiently along; let one be sent

3530To pray Achilles see vs at our Tent.

3531If in his death the gods haue vs befrended,

3532Great Troy is ours, and our sharpe wars are ended.

3535AEne. Stand hoe, yet are we maisters of the field,

3536Neuer goe home; here starue we out the night.

3538Troy. Hector is slaine.

3539All. Hector? the gods forbid.

3540Troy. Hee's dead: and at the murtherers Horses taile,

3541In beastly sort, drag'd through the shamefull Field.

3542Frowne on you heauens, effect your rage with speede:

3543Sit gods vpon your throanes, and smile at Troy.

3544I say at once, let your briefe plagues be mercy,

3545And linger not our sure destructions on.

3546AEne. My Lord, you doe discomfort all the Hoste.

3547Troy. You vnderstand me not, that tell me so:

3548I doe not speake of flight, of feare, of death,

3549But dare all imminence that gods and men,

3550Addresse their dangers in. Hector is gone:

3551Who shall tell Priam so? or Hecuba?

3552Let him that will a screechoule aye be call'd,

3553Goe in to Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:

3554There is a word will Priam turne to stone;

3555Make wels, and Niobes of the maides and wiues;

3556Coole statues of the youth: and in a word,

3557Scarre Troy out of it selfe. But march away,

3558Hector is dead: there is no more to say.

3559Stay yet: you vile abhominable Tents,

3560Thus proudly pight vpon our Phrygian plaines:

3561Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

3562Ile through, and through you; & thou great siz'd coward:

3563No space of Earth shall sunder our two hates,

3564Ile haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,

3565That mouldeth goblins swift as frensies thoughts.

3566Strike a free march to Troy, with comfort goe:

3567Hope of reuenge, shall hide our inward woe.

3569Pand. But heare you? heare you?

3570Troy. Hence broker, lackie, ignomy, and shame

3571Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name. Exeunt.

3572Pan. A goodly medcine for mine aking bones: oh world,

3573world, world! thus is the poore agent dispisde: Oh trai-

3574tours and bawdes; how earnestly are you set aworke, and

3575how ill requited? why should our indeuour be so desir'd,

3576and the performance so loath'd? What Verse for it? what

3577instance for it? let me see.

3578Full merrily the humble Bee doth sing,

3579Till he hath lost his hony, and his sting.

3580And being once subdu'd in armed taile,

3581Sweete hony, and sweete notes together faile.

3582Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes;

3583As many as be here of Panders hall,

3584Your eyes halfe out, weepe out at Pandar's fall:

3585Or if you cannot weepe, yet giue some grones;

3586Though not for me, yet for your aking bones:

3587Brethren and sisters of the hold-dore trade,

3588Some two months hence, my will shall here be made:

3589It should be now, but that my feare is this:

3590Some galled Goose of Winchester would hisse:

3591Till then, Ile sweate, and seeke about for eases;

3592And at that time bequeath you my diseases. Exeunt.

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