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Troilus and Cressida - Act 5, scene 11
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Act 5, scene 11
Troilus announces Hector’s death to the Trojans. Marching back to Troy, Troilus meets Pandarus and reviles him.Enter Aeneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, ⌜and Trojan
3518 Stand, ho! Yet are we masters of the field.
3519 Never go home; here starve we out the night.
3520 Hector is slain.
ALL 3521 Hector! The gods forbid!
3522 5 He’s dead, and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,
3523 In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful field.
3524 Frown on, you heavens; effect your rage with speed.
3525 Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and ⌜smite⌝ at Troy!
3526 I say at once: let your brief plagues be mercy,
3527 10 And linger not our sure destructions on!
3528 My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
3529 You understand me not that tell me so.
3530 I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
3531 But dare all imminence that gods and men
3532 15 Address their dangers in. Hector is gone.
3533 Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
3534 Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called
3535 Go into Troy and say their Hector’s dead.
3536 There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
3537 20 Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
3538 Cold statues of the youth and, in a word,
3539 Scare Troy out of itself. ⟨But march away.
3540 Hector is dead.⟩ There is no more to say.
3541 Stay yet. You ⟨vile⟩ abominable tents,
3542 25 Thus proudly pitched upon our Phrygian plains,
3543 Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
3544 I’ll through and through you! And, thou great-sized
3546 No space of earth shall sunder our two hates.
3547 30 I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
3548 That moldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts.
3549 Strike a free march to Troy! With comfort go.
3550 Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
PANDARUS 3551 But hear you, hear you!
3552 35 Hence, broker, lackey! ⟨Ignomy and⟩ shame
3553 Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
All but Pandarus exit.
PANDARUS 3554 A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O
3555 world, world, ⟨world⟩! Thus is the poor agent despised.
3556 O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are
3557 40 you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should
3558 our endeavor be so loved and the performance so
3559 loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it?
p. 2653560 Let me see:
3561 Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
3562 45 Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
3563 And being once subdued in armèd tail,
3564 Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
3565 Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
3567 50 As many as be here of panders’ hall,
3568 Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall;
3569 Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
3570 Though not for me, yet for ⟨your⟩ aching bones.
3571 Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
3572 55 Some two months hence my will shall here be made.
3573 It should be now, but that my fear is this:
3574 Some gallèd goose of Winchester would hiss.
3575 Till then I’ll sweat and seek about for eases,
3576 And at that time bequeath you my diseases.