35353313AEne. Stand ho? yet are we masters of the field,

35363315Troy. Neuer goe home, here starue we out the night,

35383316Hector is slaine.

35393317All. Hector! the gods forbid.

35403318Troy. Hee's dead and at the murtherers horses taile,

35413319In bestly sort dragd through the shamefull field:

35423320Frowne on you heauens, effect 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 destructions on.

35463324AEne. My Lord you doe discomfort all the host.

35473325Troy. You vnderstand me not that tell me so,

35483326I do not speake of flight, of feare of death

35493327But dare all immynence that gods and men

35503328Addresse 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 rise 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

35643341Ile haunt thee like a wicked conscience 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.

35693346Pan. But here you, here you.

35703347Troy. Hence broker, lacky, ignomyny, shame,

35713348Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.

35723350Pan. A goodly medicine for my aking bones, Oh world,

35733351world --- thus is the poore agent despis'd, Oh traitors and

35743352bawds, how earnestly 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 verse for it? What instance for it?

35773355Let me see,

35783356Full merrily the humble Bee doth sing,

35793357Till he hath lost his hony and his sting.

35803358And being once subdude in armed taile,

35813359Sweet hony, and sweet notes together faile.

35823360Good traiders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes,

35833361As many as be here of Pandars hall,

35843362Your eyes halfe out weepe out at Pandars 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 goose of Winchester would hisse.

35913369Till then ile sweat and seeke about for eases,

35923370And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

35933371FINIS.