Æn. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Ulys. Commend me, gallant Troilus, to your brother:
Tell him, I hope he shall not need to arm;
The fair Polyxena has, by a letter,
Disarmed our great Achilles of his rage.
Troil. This I shall say to Hector.
Ulys. So I hope.
Pray heaven Thersites have informed me true!—[Aside.
Troil. Good night, my lord; accept distracted thanks! [Exit Ulysses.
Enter Pandarus.
Pand. Hear ye, my lord, hear ye; I have been seeing yon poor girl. There have been old doings there, i'faith.
Troil. [Aside.] Hold yet, my spirits: let him pour it in:
340 The poison's kind: the more I drink of it,
The sooner 'twill dispatch me.
Æn. to Pand. Peace, thou babbler!
Pand. She has been mightily made on by the Greeks: she takes most wonderfully among 'em. Achilles kissed her, and Patroclus kissed her: nay, and old Nestor put aside his grey beard, and brushed her with his whiskers. Then comes me Agamemnon with his general's staff, diving with a low bow even to the ground, and rising again, just at her lips: and after him came Ulysses, and Ajax, and Menelaus: and they so pelted her, i'faith, pitter patter, pitter patter, as thick as hail-stones. And after that, a whole rout of 'em: never was a woman in Phrygia better kissed.