Act 5 - Scene 10
Another part of the plains.
Enter AENEAS and Trojans
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Hector is slain.
Hector! the gods forbid!
He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
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!
My lord, you do discomfort all the host!
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?
him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to 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
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,
through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free
march to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
Exeunt AENEAS and Trojans
As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS
But hear you, hear you!
Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
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