'll be sworn!
For my part, I came in late.--What should he do here?

_Hect._ Come, come, you do him wrong ere you're aware; you'll be so
true to him, that you'll be false to him: You shall not know he's
here; but yet go fetch him hither; go. [_Exit_ PAND.

_Enter_ TROILUS.

I bring you, brother, most unwelcome news;
But since of force you are to hear it told,
I thought a friend and brother best might tell it:
Therefore, before I speak, arm well your mind,
And think you're to be touched even to the quick;
That so, prepared for ill, you may be less
Surprised to hear the worst.

_Troil._ See, Hector, what it is to be your brother!
I stand prepared already.

_Hect._ Come, you are hot;
I know you, Troilus, you are hot and fiery:
You kindle at a wrong, and catch it quick,
As stubble does the flame.

_Troil._ 'Tis heat of blood,
And rashness of my youth; I'll mend that error:
Begin, and try my temper.

_Hect._ Can you think
Of that one thing, which most could urge your anger,
Drive you to madness, plunge you in despair,
And make you hate even me?

_Troil._ There can be nothing.
I love you, brother, with that awful love
I bear to heaven, and to superior virtue:
And when I quit this love, you must be that,
Which Hector ne'er can be.

_Hect._ Remember well
What you have said; for, when I claim your promise,
I shall expect performance.

_Troil._ I am taught:
I will not rage.

_Hect._ Nor grieve beyond a man?

_Troil._ I will not be a woman.

_Hect._ Do not, brother:
And I will tell my news in terms so mild,
So tender, and so fearful to offend,
As mothers use to sooth their froward babes;
Nay, I will swear, as you have sworn to me,
That, if some gust of passion swell your soul
To words intemperate, I will bear with you.

_Troil._ What would this pomp of preparation mean?
Come you to bring me news of Priam's death,
Or Hecuba's?

_Hect._ The gods forbid I should!
But what I bring is nearer you, more close,
An ill more yours.

_Troil._ There is but one that can be.

_Hect._ Perhaps, 'tis that.

_Troil._ I'll not suspect my fate
So far; I know I stand possessed of that.

_Hect._ 'Tis well: consider at whose house I find you.

_Troil._ Ha!

_Hect._ Does it start you? I must wake you more;
Antenor is exchanged.

_Troil._ For whom?

_Hect._ Imagine.

_Troil._ It comes, like thunder grumbling in a cloud,
Before the dreadful break: If here it fall,
The subtle flame will l