_Agam._ March patiently along: let one be sent[2424] 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, marching._[2425] SCENE X. _Another part of the field._ _Enter_ ÆNEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, _and_ DEIPHOBUS.[2426] _Æne._ Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night.[2427] _Enter_ TROILUS. _Tro._ Hector is slain.[2427] _All._ Hector! The gods forbid! _Tro._ He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail In beastly sort dragg'd through the shameful field. 5 Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy![2428] I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,[2428] And linger not our sure destructions on! _Æne._ My lord, you do discomfort all the host. 10 _Tro._ You understand me not that tell me so: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,[2429] 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 call'd,[2430] Go in to Troy, and say there 'Hector's dead:'[2431] There is a word will Priam turn to stone, Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,[2432] Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,[2433] 20 Scare Troy out of itself. But march away:[2434][2435] Hector is dead; there is no more to say.[2435] Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,[2436] Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,[2437] 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.[2438] Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:[2439] 30 Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. [_Exeunt Æneas and Trojans._ _As_ TROILUS _is going out, enter, from the other side_, PANDARUS.[2440] _Pan._ But hear you, hear you![2441] _Tro._ Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame[2442] Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [_Exit._[2443] _Pan._ A goodly medicine for my aching bones![2444] 35 O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O[2445] traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and[2446] how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved[2447] and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see: 40