Hect. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:
It does import him much to speak with me.
Pand. Is he here, say you? It is more than I know, I'll be sworn! For my part, I came in late.—What should he do here?
Hect. Come, come, you do him wrong ere you're aware; you'll be so true to him, that you'll be false to him: You shall not know he's here; but yet go fetch him hither; go.
[Exit Pand.
Enter Troilus.
I bring you, brother, most unwelcome news;
But since of force you are to hear it told,
I thought a friend and brother best might tell it:
Therefore, before I speak, arm well your mind,
And think you're to be touched even to the quick;
That so, prepared for ill, you may be less
Surprised to hear the worst.
Troil. See, Hector, what it is to be your brother!
I stand prepared already.
Hect. Come, you are hot;
I know you, Troilus, you are hot and fiery:
You kindle at a wrong, and catch it quick,
As stubble does the flame.
Troil. 'Tis heat of blood,
And rashness of my youth; I'll mend that error:
Begin, and try my temper.
Hect. Can you think
316 Of that one thing, which most could urge your anger,
Drive you to madness, plunge you in despair,
And make you hate even me?
Troil. There can be nothing.
I love you, brother, with that awful love
I bear to heaven, and to superior virtue:
And when I quit this love, you must be that,
Which Hector ne'er can be.