FIRST PLAYER       Soon he finds Priam Failing in his battle against the Greeks. His old sword,Which Priam cannot wield anymore, lies where it fell.An unfair opponent,Pyrrhus rushes at Priam, and in his rage he misses; But the wind created by his sword is enough to make The weakened old man fall. Just then the city of Ilium,As if feeling this fatal blow to its ruler,Collapses in flames, and the crash Captures Pyrrhus’s attention. His sword,Which was falling onto Priam’s white-haired head Seemed to hang in the air.Pyrrhus stood there like a man in a painting,Doing nothing.But just as a raging thunderstorm Is often interrupted by a moment’s silence,And then soon after the region is split apart by dreadful thunderclaps,In the same way, after Pyrrhus paused,His newly awakened fury set him to work again.When the Cyclopses were making unbreakable armor For the god of war, their hammers never fell So mercilessly as Pyrrhus’s bloody sword Now falls on Priam.Get out of here, Lady Luck, you whore! All you gods Should come together to rob her of her powers,Break all the spokes on her wheel of fortune,And send it rolling down the hills of heaven Into the depths of hell.POLONIUS This speech is going on too long.HAMLET We’ll have the barber trim it later, along with your beard. Please, continue, players. This old man only likes the dancing or the sex scenes; he sleeps through all the rest. Go on, come to the part about Hecuba.