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AJAX
If it be so, yet bragless let it be; [5]
Great Hector was a man as good as he.
AGAMEMNON
March patiently along. Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent. −
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [10]
Exeunt.
Scene X IT
Enter Aeneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and soldiers with drums.
AENEAS
Stand, ho! Yet are we masters of the field.
Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Enter Troilus.
TROILUS
Hector is slain.
ALL
Hector? The gods forbid!
TROILUS
He’s dead; and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,
In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful field. [5]
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!
AENEAS
My lord, you do discomfort all the host. [10]
