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Troilus: By Cressid’s rule. Rather, think this not Cressid.
Troilus: Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Troilus: This she? No, this is Diomed’s Cressida.
Troilus: If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
Troilus: If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
Troilus: If sanctimony be the gods’ delight,
Troilus: If there be rule in unity itself,
Troilus: This is not she. O madness of discourse,
Troilus: That cause sets up with and against itself!
Troilus: Bifold authority, where reason can revolt
Troilus: Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Troilus: Without revolt. This is and is not Cressid.
Troilus: Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
Troilus: Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Troilus: Divides more wider than the sky and Earth,
Troilus: And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Troilus: Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
Troilus: As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.
Troilus: Instance, O instance, strong as Pluto’s gates,
Troilus: Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven;
Troilus: Instance, O instance, strong as heaven itself,
Troilus: The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed,
Troilus: And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
Troilus: The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
Troilus: The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
Troilus: Of her o’er-eaten faith are given to Diomed.
Troilus: Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulgèd well
Troilus: In characters as red as Mars his heart
Troilus: Inflamed with Venus. Never did young man fancy
Troilus: With so eternal and so fixed a soul.
Troilus: Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
Troilus: So much by weight hate I her Diomed.
Troilus: That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear on his helm.
Troilus: Were it a casque composed by Vulcan’s skill,
Troilus: My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout
Troilus: Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Troilus: Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
Troilus: Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune’s ear
Troilus: In his descent than shall my prompted sword
Troilus: Falling on Diomed.
Troilus: O Cressid! O false Cressid! False, false, false!
Troilus: Let all untruths stand by thy stainèd name,
Troilus: And they’ll seem glorious.
Troilus: Have with you, prince.— My courteous lord, adieu.—
Troilus: Farewell, revolted fair!— And, Diomed,
Troilus: Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Troilus: Accept distracted thanks.
Troilus: Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you
Troilus: Which better fits a lion than a man.
Troilus: When many times the captive Grecian falls,
Troilus: Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
Troilus: You bid them rise and live.
Troilus: Fool’s play, by heaven. Hector.
Troilus: For th’ love of all the gods,
Troilus: Let’s leave the hermit Pity with our mother,
Troilus: And when we have our armors buckled on,
Troilus: The venomed Vengeance ride upon our swords,
Troilus: Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.
Troilus: Hector, then ’tis wars.
Troilus: Who should withhold me?
Troilus: Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars,
Troilus: Beck’ning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Troilus: Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Troilus: Their eyes o’er-gallèd with recourse of tears;
Troilus: Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn
Troilus: Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way,
Troilus: But by my ruin.
Troilus: This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Troilus: Makes all these bodements.
Troilus: Away, away!
Troilus: They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
Troilus: I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve.
Troilus: What now?
Troilus: Let me read.
Troilus: Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Troilus: Th’ effect doth operate another way.
Troilus: Go, wind, to wind! There turn and change together.
Troilus: My love with words and errors still she feeds,
Troilus: But edifies another with her deeds.
Troilus: Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx
Troilus: I would swim after.
Troilus: O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,
Troilus: And pay the life thou owest me for my horse!
Troilus: Come, both you cogging Greeks. Have at you both!
Troilus: Ajax hath ta’en Aeneas. Shall it be?
Troilus: No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Troilus: He shall not carry him. I’ll be ta’en too
Troilus: Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say!
Troilus: I reck not though I end my life today.
Troilus: Hector is slain.
Troilus: He’s dead, and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,
Troilus: In beastly sort, dragged through the shameful field.
Troilus: Frown on, you heavens; effect your rage with speed.
Troilus: Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smite at Troy!
Troilus: I say at once: let your brief plagues be mercy,
Troilus: And linger not our sure destructions on!
Troilus: You understand me not that tell me so.
Troilus: I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
Troilus: But dare all imminence that gods and men
Troilus: Address their dangers in. Hector is gone.
Troilus: Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Troilus: Let him that will a screech-owl aye be called
Troilus: Go into Troy and say their Hector’s dead.
Troilus: There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Troilus: Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Troilus: Cold statues of the youth and, in a word,
Troilus: Scare Troy out of itself. But march away.
Troilus: Hector is dead. There is no more to say.
Troilus: Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
Troilus: Thus proudly pitched upon our Phrygian plains,
Troilus: Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
Troilus: I’ll through and through you! And, thou great-sized coward,
Troilus: No space of earth shall sunder our two hates.
Troilus: I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
Troilus: That moldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts.
Troilus: Strike a free march to Troy! With comfort go.
Troilus: Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
Troilus: Hence, broker, lackey! Ignomy and shame
Troilus: Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
Pandarus: Will this gear ne’er be mended?
Pandarus: Well, I have told you enough of this. For my part, I’ll not meddle nor make no farther. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Pandarus: Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Pandarus: Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
Pandarus: Ay, to the leavening; but here’s yet in the word hereafter the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating the oven, and the baking. Nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance burn your lips.
Pandarus: Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Pandarus: An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen’s— well, go to— there were no more comparison between the women. But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, but I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra’s wit, but—
Pandarus: I speak no more than truth.
Pandarus: Faith, I’ll not meddle in it. Let her be as she is. If she be fair, ’tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Pandarus: I have had my labor for my travail, ill thought on of her, and ill thought on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks for my labor.
Pandarus: Because she’s kin to me, therefore she’s not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair o’ Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor; ’tis all one to me.
Pandarus: I do not care whether you do or no. She’s a fool to stay behind her father. Let her to the Greeks, and so I’ll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I’ll meddle nor make no more i’ th’ matter.
Pandarus: Not I.
Pandarus: Pray you speak no more to me. I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.
Pandarus: What’s that? What’s that?
Pandarus: Good morrow, Cousin Cressid. What do you talk of?— Good morrow, Alexander.— How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
Pandarus: What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector armed and gone ere you came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she?
Pandarus: E’en so. Hector was stirring early.
Pandarus: Was he angry?
Pandarus: True, he was so. I know the cause too. He’ll lay about him today, I can tell them that; and there’s Troilus will not come far behind him. Let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.
Pandarus: Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
Pandarus: What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man if you see him?
Pandarus: Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.
Pandarus: No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.
Pandarus: Himself? Alas, poor Troilus, I would he were.
Pandarus: Condition I had gone barefoot to India.
Pandarus: Himself? No, he’s not himself. Would he were himself! Well, the gods are above. Time must friend or end. Well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Pandarus: He is elder.
Pandarus: Th’ other's not come to ’t. You shall tell me another tale when th’ other’s come to ’t. Hector shall not have his wit this year.
Pandarus: Nor his qualities.
Pandarus: Nor his beauty.
Pandarus: You have no judgment, niece. Helen herself swore th’ other day that Troilus, for a brown favor— for so ’tis, I must confess— not brown neither—
Pandarus: Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Pandarus: She praised his complexion above Paris’.
Pandarus: So he has.
Pandarus: I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.
Pandarus: Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th’ other day into the compassed window— and you know he has not past three or four hairs on his chin—
Pandarus: Why, he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.
Pandarus: But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin—
Pandarus: Why, you know ’tis dimpled. I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
Pandarus: Does he not?
Pandarus: Why, go to, then. But to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus—
Pandarus: Troilus? Why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg.
Pandarus: I cannot choose but laugh to think how she tickled his chin. Indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess—
Pandarus: And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
Pandarus: But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran o’er—
Pandarus: And Cassandra laughed—
Pandarus: And Hector laughed.
Pandarus: Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus’ chin.
Pandarus: They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.
Pandarus: Quoth she “ Here’s but two-and-fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.”
Pandarus: That’s true, make no question of that. “ Two-and-fifty hairs,” quoth he, “ and one white. That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.” “ Jupiter!” quoth she, “ which of these hairs is Paris, my husband?” “ The forked one,” quoth he. “ Pluck ’t out, and give it him.” But there was such laughing, and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed that it passed.
Pandarus: Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday. Think on ’t.
Pandarus: I’ll be sworn ’tis true. He will weep you an ’twere a man born in April.
Pandarus: Hark, they are coming from the field. Shall we stand up here and see them as they pass toward Ilium? Good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida.
Pandarus: Here, here, here’s an excellent place. Here we may see most bravely. I’ll tell you them all by their names as they pass by, but mark Troilus above the rest.
Pandarus: That’s Aeneas. Is not that a brave man? He’s one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you. But mark Troilus; you shall see anon.
Pandarus: That’s Antenor. He has a shrewd wit, I can tell you, and he’s a man good enough. He’s one o’ th’ soundest judgments in Troy whosoever; and a proper man of person. When comes Troilus? I’ll show you Troilus anon. If he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Pandarus: You shall see.
Pandarus: That’s Hector, that, that, look you, that. There’s a fellow!— Go thy way, Hector!— There’s a brave man, niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks. There’s a countenance! Is ’t not a brave man?
Pandarus: Is he not? It does a man’s heart good. Look you what hacks are on his helmet. Look you yonder, do you see? Look you there. There’s no jesting; there’s laying on, take ’t off who will, as they say. There be hacks.
Pandarus: Swords, anything, he cares not. An the devil come to him, it’s all one. By God’s lid, it does one’s heart good.
Pandarus: Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris! Look you yonder, niece. Is ’t not a gallant man too? Is ’t not? Why, this is brave now. Who said he came hurt home today? He’s not hurt. Why, this will do Helen’s heart good now, ha? Would I could see Troilus now! You shall see Troilus anon.
Pandarus: That’s Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is. That’s Helenus. I think he went not forth today. That’s Helenus.
Pandarus: Helenus? No. Yes, he’ll fight indifferent well. I marvel where Troilus is. Hark, do you not hear the people cry “ Troilus”? Helenus is a priest.
Pandarus: Where? Yonder? That’s Deiphobus. ’Tis Troilus! There’s a man, niece. Hem! Brave Troilus, the prince of chivalry!
Pandarus: Mark him. Note him. O brave Troilus! Look well upon him, niece. Look you how his sword is bloodied and his helm more hacked than Hector’s, and how he looks, and how he goes. O admirable youth! He never saw three and twenty.— Go thy way, Troilus; go thy way!— Had I a sister were a Grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him; and I warrant Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.
Pandarus: Asses, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran, porridge after meat. I could live and die in the eyes of Troilus. Ne’er look, ne’er look; the eagles are gone. Crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Pandarus: Achilles? A drayman, a porter, a very camel!
Pandarus: “ Well, well”? Why, have you any discretion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality and such-like the spice and salt that season a man?
Pandarus: You are such a woman a man knows not at what ward you lie.
Pandarus: Say one of your watches.
Pandarus: You are such another!
Pandarus: Where?
Pandarus: Good boy, tell him I come.
Pandarus: I doubt he be hurt.— Fare you well, good niece.
Pandarus: I will be with you, niece, by and by.
Pandarus: Ay, a token from Troilus.
Pandarus: Friend, you, pray you, a word. Do you not follow the young Lord Paris?
Pandarus: You depend upon him, I mean.
Pandarus: You depend upon a notable gentleman. I must needs praise him.
Pandarus: You know me, do you not?
Pandarus: Friend, know me better. I am the Lord Pandarus.
Pandarus: I do desire it.
Pandarus: Grace? Not so, friend. “ Honor” and “ Lordship” are my titles. What music is this?
Pandarus: Know you the musicians?
Pandarus: Who play they to?
Pandarus: At whose pleasure, friend?
Pandarus: Command, I mean, friend.
Pandarus: Friend, we understand not one another. I am too courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play?
Pandarus: Who, my cousin Cressida?
Pandarus: It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressid. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus. I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes.
Pandarus: Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! Fair desires in all fair measure fairly guide them!— Especially to you, fair queen, fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
Pandarus: You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.— Fair prince, here is good broken music.
Pandarus: Truly, lady, no.
Pandarus: Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
Pandarus: I have business to my lord, dear queen.— My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
Pandarus: Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.— But, marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus—
Pandarus: Go to, sweet queen, go to— commends himself most affectionately to you—
Pandarus: Sweet queen, sweet queen, that’s a sweet queen, i’ faith—
Pandarus: Nay, that shall not serve your turn, that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words, no, no.— And, my lord, he desires you that if the King call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.
Pandarus: What says my sweet queen, my very, very sweet queen?
Pandarus: What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out with you.
Pandarus: No, no, no such matter; you are wide. Come, your disposer is sick.
Pandarus: Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? No, your poor disposer’s sick.
Pandarus: You spy? What do you spy?— Come, give me an instrument.
Pandarus: Now, sweet queen.
Pandarus: My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.
Pandarus: He? No, she’ll none of him. They two are twain.
Pandarus: Come, come, I’ll hear no more of this. I’ll sing you a song now.
Pandarus: Ay, you may, you may.
Pandarus: Love? Ay, that it shall, i’ faith.
Pandarus: In good troth, it begins so.
Pandarus: Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!
Pandarus: For, O, love’s bow
Pandarus: Shoots buck and doe.
Pandarus: The shaft confounds
Pandarus: Not that it wounds
Pandarus: But tickles still the sore.
Pandarus: These lovers cry “ O ho!” they die,
Pandarus: Yet that which seems the wound to kill
Pandarus: Doth turn “ O ho!” to “ Ha ha he!”
Pandarus: So dying love lives still.
Pandarus: “ O ho!” awhile, but “ Ha ha ha!”
Pandarus: “ O ho!” groans out for “ ha ha ha!”— Hey ho!
Pandarus: Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who’s afield today?
Pandarus: Not I, honey sweet queen. I long to hear how they sped today.— You’ll remember your brother’s excuse?
Pandarus: Farewell, sweet queen.
Pandarus: I will, sweet queen.
Pandarus: How now? Where’s thy master? At my cousin Cressida’s?
Pandarus: O, here he comes.— How now, how now?
Pandarus: Have you seen my cousin?
Pandarus: Walk here i’ th’ orchard. I’ll bring her straight.
Pandarus: She’s making her ready; she’ll come straight. You must be witty now. She does so blush and fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with a spirit. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain. She fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
Pandarus: Come, come, what need you blush? Shame’s a baby.— Here she is now. Swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? You must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways; come your ways. An you draw backward, we’ll put you i’ th’ thills.— Why do you not speak to her?— Come, draw this curtain and let’s see your picture.
Pandarus: Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! An ’twere dark, you’d close sooner.— So, so, rub on, and kiss the mistress. ) How now? A kiss in fee-farm? Build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i’ th’ river. Go to, go to.
Pandarus: Words pay no debts; give her deeds. But she’ll bereave you o’ th’ deeds too, if she call your activity in question. ) What, billing again? Here’s “ In witness whereof the parties interchangeably—.” Come in, come in. I’ll go get a fire.
Pandarus: What, blushing still? Have you not done talking yet?
Pandarus: I thank you for that. If my lord get a boy of you, you’ll give him me. Be true to my lord. If he flinch, chide me for it.
Pandarus: Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred, though they be long ere they be wooed, they are constant being won. They are burrs, I can tell you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.
Pandarus: Pretty, i’ faith!
Pandarus: Leave? An you take leave till tomorrow morning—
Pandarus: Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it. I’ll be the witness. Here I hold your hand, here my cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s end after my name: call them all panders. Let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between panders. Say “ Amen.”
Pandarus: Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death. Away.
Pandarus: And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
Pandarus: Bed, chamber, pander to provide this gear.
Pandarus: What’s all the doors open here?
Pandarus: How now, how now? How go maidenheads? Here, you maid! Where’s my Cousin Cressid?
Pandarus: To do what, to do what?— Let her say what.— What have I brought you to do?
Pandarus: Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! Ah, poor capocchia! Has ’t not slept tonight? Would he not— a naughty man— let it sleep? A bugbear take him!
Pandarus: Who’s there? What’s the matter? Will you beat down the door?
Pandarus: How now? What’s the matter?
Pandarus: Who’s there? My Lord Aeneas? By my troth, I knew you not. What news with you so early?
Pandarus: Here? What should he do here?
Pandarus: Is he here, say you? It’s more than I know, I’ll be sworn. For my own part, I came in late. What should he do here?
Pandarus: Is ’t possible? No sooner got but lost? The devil take Antenor! The young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke ’s neck!
Pandarus: Ah, ah!
Pandarus: Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!
Pandarus: Pray thee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne’er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!
Pandarus: Thou must be gone, wench; thou must be gone. Thou art changed for Antenor. Thou must to thy father and be gone from Troilus. ’Twill be his death; ’twill be his bane. He cannot bear it.
Pandarus: Thou must.
Pandarus: Do, do.
Pandarus: Be moderate, be moderate.
Pandarus: Here, here, here he comes. Ah, sweet ducks!
Pandarus: What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too. “ O heart,” as the goodly saying is,
Pandarus: O heart, heavy heart,
Pandarus: Why sigh’st thou without breaking?
Pandarus: where he answers again,
Pandarus: Because thou canst not ease thy smart
Pandarus: By friendship nor by speaking.
Pandarus: There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse. We see it, we see it. How now, lambs?
Pandarus: Ay, ay, ay, ay, ’tis too plain a case.
Pandarus: Where are my tears? Rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root.
Pandarus: Do you hear, my lord? Do you hear?
Pandarus: Here’s a letter come from yond poor girl.
Pandarus: A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o’ these days. And I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on ’t.— What says she there?
Pandarus: But hear you, hear you!
Pandarus: A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world, world, world! Thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved and the performance so loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see:
Pandarus: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Pandarus: Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
Pandarus: And being once subdued in armèd tail,
Pandarus: Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Pandarus: Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths:
Pandarus: As many as be here of panders’ hall,
Pandarus: Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall;
Pandarus: Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Pandarus: Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Pandarus: Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
Pandarus: Some two months hence my will shall here be made.
Pandarus: It should be now, but that my fear is this:
Pandarus: Some gallèd goose of Winchester would hiss.
Pandarus: Till then I’ll sweat and seek about for eases,
Pandarus: And at that time bequeath you my diseases.
Aeneas: How now, Prince Troilus? Wherefore not afield?
Aeneas: That Paris is returnèd home, and hurt.
Aeneas: Troilus, by Menelaus.
Aeneas: Hark what good sport is out of town today!
Aeneas: In all swift haste.