Hark! hark! what shout is this?
Listen! Listen! What is that shout?
Hey! What's all that shouting about?
whats that yelling
Peace, drums!
Silence the drums!
Stop the drums!
stop
[_Within_.] Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain. Achilles!
Achilles! Achilles! Hector has been killed. Achilles!
Achilles! Achilles! Hector is dead! Achilles!
hector dead achilles
The bruit is, Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.
The rumor is that Hector has been killed, and by Achilles.
The word is Hector's dead—Achilles killed him.
hector's dead achilles did it
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was as good a man as he.
If that is true, let it be without boasting; Great Hector was as good a man as Achilles.
If that's true, fine, but no need to brag—Hector was just as great a man as Achilles.
ok but hector was just as good no bragging
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 forward calmly. Let someone be sent to ask Achilles to meet with us at our tent. If the gods have helped us through his death, then great Troy is ours, and our fierce wars are finished.
Keep moving forward at a steady pace. Send someone to ask Achilles to meet us at our tent. If the gods helped us by having him kill Hector, then Troy is ours and this whole bloody war is over.
march steady send word to achilles if hector's dead troy is ours war done
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.