Page 2909 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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PRIAM
Farewell; the gods with safety stand about thee!
Exeunt Priam and Hector by different doors. Alarum.
TROILUS
They are at it, hark! − Proud Diomed, believe [95]
I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
Enter Pandarus.
PANDARUS
Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
TROILUS
What now?
PANDARUS
Here’s a letter come from yond poor girl.
TROILUS
Let me read. [100]
PANDARUS
A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so troubles me, and the foolish
fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you
one o’these days; and I have rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in
my bones that unless a man were curst I [105] cannot tell what to think on’t
− What says she there?
TROILUS
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
Th’effect doth operate another way.
He tears the letter.
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds, [110]
But edifies another with her deeds.
Exeunt.
