Troilus and Cressida (Modern)

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11.0.13534Enter Aeneas, Paris, Antenor, and Deiphobus.
11.13535Aeneas
 Stand, ho. Yet are we masters of the field;
11.23536Never go home; here starve we out the night.
11.2.13537Enter Troilus.
11.33538Troilus
 Hector is slain.
 3539All [Trojans]
 Hector is slain.  		Hector? The gods forbid.
11.43540Troilus
 He's dead, and at the murderer's horse's tail,
11.53541In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful field.
11.63542Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed.
11.73543Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy.
11.83544I say: "at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
11.93545And linger not our sure destructions on."
11.103546Aeneas
 My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
11.113547Troilus
 You understand me not, that tell me so.
11.123548I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
11.133549But dare all imminence that gods and men
11.143550Address their dangers in. Hector is gone.
11.153551Who shall tell Priam so? Or Hecuba?
11.163552Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called,
11.173553Go in to Troy, and say there, "Hector's dead."
11.183554There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
11.193555Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
11.203556Cool statues of the youth, and, in a word,
11.213557Scare Troy out of itself. But march away.
11.223558Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
11.233559Stay yet. -- You vile abominable tents
11.243560Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
11.253561Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
11.263562I'll through and through you; and, thou great-sized coward,
11.273563No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
11.283564I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
11.293565That moldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
11.303566Strike a free march to Troy. With comfort go.
11.313567Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
11.31.13568Enter Pandarus.
11.323569Pandarus
 But hear you? Hear you?
11.333570Troilus
 Hence, broker-lackey, ignomy and shame
11.343571Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.
11.34.1Exeunt [all but Pandarus].
11.353572Pandarus
 A goodly medicine for mine aching bones. 3573O world, world, world. Thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors 3574and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and 3575how ill requited. Why should our endeavor be so desired, 3576and the performance so loathed? What verse for it? What 3577instance for it? Let me see:
11.363578Full merrily the humble bee doth sing,
11.373579Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting.
11.383580And being once subdued in armèd tail,
11.393581Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
11.403582Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths:
11.413583As many as be here of Pander's hall,
11.423584Your eyes half out, weep out at Pandar's fall,
11.433585Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
11.443586Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
11.453587Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
11.463588Some two months hence, my will shall here be made.
11.473589It should be now, but that my fear is this:
11.483590Some gallèd Goose of Winchester would hiss.
11.493591Till then, I'll sweat, and seek about for eases,
11.503592And at that time bequeath you my diseases.
11.50.1[Exit.]
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