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TROILUS

You understand me not that tell me so.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence that gods and men

Address their dangers in. Hector is gone;
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba? [15]
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called
Go into Troy, and say there ‘Hector’s dead’ −
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,

Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word, [20]
Scare Troy out of itself. But march away;

Hector is dead; there is no more to say −
Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare, [25]
I’ll through and through you! − And, thou great-sized coward,

No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts. −

Strike a free march to Troy! With comfort go; [30]
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.

Enter Pandarus.

PANDARUS
But hear you, hear you!

TROILUS
Hence, broker-lackey! Ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

Exeunt all but Pandarus.

PANDARUS
A goodly medicine for mine aching bones! − O [35] world, world, world! Thus
is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set
a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so desired, and
the performance so loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it? − Let