Hect. By all the gods I would.
Troil. I'm satisfied.
You have condemned me, and I'll do't myself.
What's life to him, who has no use of life?
A barren purchase, held upon hard terms!
For I have lost (oh, what have I not lost!)
The fairest, dearest, kindest, of her sex;
And lost her even by him, by him, ye gods!
Who only could, and only should protect me!
And if I had a joy beyond that love,
A friend, have lost him too!
Hect. Speak that again,—
For I could hear it ever,—saidst thou not,
That if thou hadst a joy beyond that love,
It was a friend? O, saidst thou not, a friend!
That doubting if was kind: then thou'rt divided;
And I have still some part.
Troil. If still you have,
You do not care to have it.
Hect. How, not care!
Troil. No, brother, care not.
Hect. Am I but thy brother?
Troil. You told me, I must call you friend no more.
Hect. How far my words were distant from my heart!
Know, when I told thee so, I loved thee most.
Alas! it is the use of human frailty,
To fly to worst extremities with those,
322 To whom we are most kind.
Troil. Is't possible!
Then you are still my friend.