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 With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks. So, proceed you.

Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

First Play. Anon he finds him Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command; unequal match'd,  Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword ''The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, '' Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash ''Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword,'' Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick; So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, And like a neutral to his will and matter, Did nothing. But, as we often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, The bold winds speechless and the orb below