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]