Ulyss. O, contain yourself;
Your passion draws ears hither.
Enter Æneas.
Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: 180
Hector by this is arming him in Troy;
Ajax your guard stays to conduct you home.[2273]
Tro. Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! 185
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
Tro. Accept distracted thanks.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses.
Ther. Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus
will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the 190
parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious
drab. Lechery, lechery! still wars and lechery! nothing
else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit.