AJAX.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
AGAMEMNON.
March patiently along. Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended;
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE X. Another part of the plain.
Enter Aeneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus.
AENEAS.
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field.
Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Enter Troilus.
TROILUS.
Hector is slain.
ALL.
Hector! The gods forbid!
TROILUS.
He’s dead, and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,
In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed.
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy.
I say at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on.