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Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede,
and i be rell, marching.
Ajax. If it is so, yet bragless let it be:
Ag”. March patiently along: let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent. Jf in his death the Gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. [Exe.
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor and Deiphobus. Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field; Never go home, here starve we out the night.
-the Gods forbid !
Æne. My Lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so :
But march away,
Stay yet, you vile abominable tents,
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd : Oh, traitors and bawds, how earn Itly are you let at work, and how ill requited ? why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd ? what verse for it, what instance for it let me see Fun merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till be hathi loft his honey and his fting; But being once subdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail. Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted clothscape As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall ; Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aking bones. Erethren and sisters of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence iny will shall here be mad: : It should be now; but that my fear is this, Some galled goose of if in hejter would hils: 'Till then, I'll sweat, and look about for eases ; And at that time bequeath you my diseases. [Exit.