FIRST PLAYER: “There Pyrrhus stands, like a man in a painting, doing nothing.”
“But just as a raging storm often stops for a moment—with a silence hanging in the heavens as hushed as death—before resuming its dreadful thunder—”
“So Pyrrhus, after his pause, arouses himself with vengeance.”
“The Cyclopses’ hammers never fell more mercilessly,”
“Than Pyrrhus’s sword now falls on Priam.”
“Away, away, Fortune, you whore! May the gods band together to strip you of your power!”
“Let them break all the spokes on your wheel and send it rolling down the hills of heaven, into the depths of hell!”
POLONIUS: This is too long.