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Your passion draws ears hither.

Enter Aeneas.

AENEAS
I have been seeking you this hour, my lord. [185]
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

TROILUS

Have with you, Prince. − My courteous lord, adieu. −
Farewell, revolted fair! − and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! [190]

ULYSSES
I’ll bring you to the gates.

TROILUS
Accept distracted thanks.
Exeunt Troilus, Aeneas, and Ulysses.

THERSITES
Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven, I would
bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me anything for the intelligence of
[195] this whore; the parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a
commodious drab. Lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery; nothing else holds

fashion! A burning devil take them!
Exit.

Scene III IT

Enter Hector and Andromache.

ANDROMACHE

When was my lord so much ungently tempered,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight today.