35343312Enter AEneas, Paris, Antenor, Diephobus. 35353313AEne. Stand ho
? yet are we ma
sters of the
field,
35363315Troy. Neuer goe home, here
starue we out the night,
35403318Troy. Hee's dead and at the murtherers hor
ses taile,
35413319In be
stly
sort dragd through the
shamefull
field:
35423320Frowne on you heauens, e
ffe
ct your rage with
speed,
35433321Sit gods vpon your thrones, and
smile at Troy.
35443322I
say at once, let your breefe plagues be mercy,
35453323And linger not our
sure de
stru
ctions on.
35463324AEne. My Lord you doe di
scomfort all the ho
st.
35473325Troy. You vnder
stand me not that tell me
so,
35483326I do not
speake of
flight, of feare of death
35493327But dare all immynence that gods and men
35503328Addre
sse their daungers in.
Hector is gone:
35513329Who
shall tell
Priam so or
Hecuba? 35523330Let him that will a
scrich-ould aye be call'd,
35533331Goe into Troy and
say their
Hectors dead,
35543332There is a word will
Priam turne to
stone,
35553333Make wells and
Niobe's of the maides and wiues
: 35563334Could
statues of the youth and in a word,
35573335Scarre Troy out of it
selfe, there is no more to
say,
35593336Stay yet you proud abhominable tents:
35603337Thus proudly pitcht vpon our Phrigian plaines,
35613338Let
Tytan ri
se as earely as he dare,
35623339Ile through, and through you, and thou great
siz'd coward,
35633340No
space of earth
shall
sunder our two hates:
M Ile
The history
35643341Ile haunt thee like a wicked con
science
still.
35653342That mouldeth goblins
swift as frienzes thoughts,
35663343Strike a free march, to Troy with comfort goe
35673344Hope of reueng
shall hide our inward woe.
35703347Troy. Hence broker, lacky, ignomyny,
shame,
35713348Pur
sue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.
35723350Pan. A goodly medicine for my aking bones, Oh world,
35733351world --- thus is the poore agent de
spi
s'd, Oh traitors and
35743352bawds, how earne
stly are you
set a worke, and how ill re
- 35753353quited, why
should our endeuour bee
so lou'd and the per
- 35763354formance
so loathed, what ver
se for it
? What in
stance for it?
35783356Full merrily the humble Bee doth
sing,
35793357Till he hath lo
st his hony and his
sting.
35803358And being once
subdude in armed taile,
35813359Sweet hony, and
sweet notes together faile.
35823360Good traiders in the
fle
sh,
set this in your painted cloathes,
35833361As many as be here of
Pandars hall,
35843362Your eyes halfe out weepe out at P
andars fall.
35853363Or if you cannot weepe yet giue
some grones,
35863364Though not for me yet for my aking bones:
35873365Brethren and
sisters of the hold-ore trade,
35883366Some two monthes hence my will
shall here be made.
35893367It
should be now, but that my feare is this,
35903368Some gauled goo
se of Winche
ster would hi
sse.
35913369Till then ile
sweat and
seeke about for ea
ses,
35923370And at that time bequeath you my di
sea
ses.