Hark! hark! what shout is this?
Hark! hark! what shout is this?
hark! hark! what shout is this?
hark! hark! what shout is this?
Peace, drums!
Peace, drums!
peace, drums!
peace, drums!
The bruit is, Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.
The bruit is, Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.
the bruit is, hector’s slain, and by achilles.
the bruit is, hector’s slain, and by achilles.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Great Hector was as good a man as he.
if it be so, yet bragless let it be; great hector was as good a man as he.
if it be so, yet bragless let it be; great hector was as
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.
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.
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.
march patiently along. let one be sent to pray achilles see
The Reckoning
Pandarus, the connection between love and war, sees it all fall apart. He's wounded in body and spirit. His final speech is a mirror of Thersites' bile — both cynics proved right by events.
If this happened today…
The middleman who facilitated everything watches the whole system burn. All his networking, all his connections, all his careful work — ashes.