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Ther. I will see you fiang'd like Clotpoles, e'er I come any more to your Tents, I will keep where there is wit ftir. ring, and leave the Fadion of Fools.

Pat. A good riddance.
Achil. Marry this, Sir, is proclaim'd through all our Hoft,
That Hector, by the fifth hour of the Sun,
Will with a Trumpet, 'twixt our Tents and Troy,
To Morrow morning call fome Knight to Arms,
That hath a Stomach, and such a one that dare
Maintain I know not what: 'Tis trash, farewel.

Ajax. Farewel! who shall answer him?

. I know not, 'tis put to Lott'ry; otherwise He knew his Man, Ajax. O, meaning you, I will go learn more of it. [Exit

, SCENE JI. Priam's Palace in Troy. Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris and Helenus.

Pri. After so many hours, lives, Speeches spent,
Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks,
Deliver Helen, and all damage else
(As Honour, loss of Time, Travel, Expence,
Wounds, Friends, and what else dear, that is consum'd
In not digestion of this Cormorant War)
Shall be struck off. Hector, what say you to't?

Hect. Though no Man lesser fears the Greeks than I,
As far as touches my particular; yet, dread Priam,
There is no Lady of more softer Bowels,
More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,
More ready to cry out, Who knows what follows,
Than Hector is ; the wound of Peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is callid
The Beacon of the wise ; the Tent that searches
To th'bottom of the worst. Let Helen go.
Since the first Sword was drawn about this Question,
Every Tithe Soul ’mongst many thousand dismes,
Hath been as dear as Helen, I mean of ours :
If we have lost so many Tenths of ours.
To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us
(Had it our Name) the value of one ten;


What merit's in that reason, which denies
The yielding of her up?

Troi. Fie, fie, my Brother :
Weigh you the worth and honour of a King
(So great is our dread Father) in a Scale
Of common Ounces? Will you with Counters sum
The vast proportion of his Infinite?
And buckle in a walt, most fathomless,
With Spans and Inches so diminutive,
As Fears and Realons? Fie for godly shame.

Hel. No marvel, tho' you bite fo sharp at Realons,
You are empty of them. Should not our Father
Bear the great (way of his Affairs with Reasons,
Because your Speech hath none that tells him so?

Troi. You are for Dreams and Slumbers, Brother Priest,
You fur your Gloves with Reason: Here are your Realousy
You know an Enemy intends you harm:
You know, a Sword imploy'd is perillous,
And Reason flies the onje&t of all harm :
Who marvels then, when Helenas beholds
A Grecian and bis Sword, if he do let
The very wings of Reason to his Heels:
Or like a Star disoibid.Nay, if we talk of Reason,
And fie like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Let's shut our Gates and Neep: Manhood and Honour
Should have hard Hearts, would they but fat their Thoughts
With this cramm'd Reason: Reafon and Respect
Make Lovers pale, and lusyhood deje&.

Heft. Brother, she is not worth What the doth cost the holding.

Troil. What's ought, but as 'tis valu'd?

Hect. But value dwells not in particular Will.
It holds his Estimate and Dignity,
As well wherein 'tis precious of it self,
As in the prizer: 'Tis made Idolatry,
To make the Service greater than the God;
And the will dotes, that is inclinable
To what infe&iousy it self affe&s,
Without some Image of th' affe&ted Merit.

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Troi. I take to day a Wife, and my Ele&ion
Is led on in the condud of my Will ;
My Will enkindled in mine Eyes and Ears,
Two traded Pilots 'twixt the dangerous Shorts
Of Will and Judgment. How may I avoid
(Although my will distast what is elected)
The Wife I chose ? there can be no evasion
To blench from this, and to stand firm by Honour.
We turn not back the Silks upon the Merchant,
When we have spoil'd them; nor the remainder Viands
We do not throw in unrespe&ive place,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet
Paris should do some Vengeance on the Greeks;
Your Breath of full consent bellied his Sails,
The Seas and Winds (old Wranglers) cock a Truce,
And did him Service; he touch'd the Ports debr’d,
And for an old Aunt, whom the Greeks held Captive,
He brought a Grecian Queen, whose youth and freshness
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the Morning.
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our Aunt:
Is the worth keeping? why, she is a Pearl,
Whose Price hath launch'd above a thousand Ships,
And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants.
If you'll avouch 'twas Wisdom, Paris went,
(As you must needs, for you all cry'd, Go, go:)
If you'll confess he brought home noble Prize,
(As you must needs, for you all clap'd your Hards)
And cry'd, Inestimable; why do you now
The issue of your proper Wisdoms rate,
And do a Deed that Fortune never did,
Begger the Estimation, which you priz'd
Richer than Sea and Land? o Theft most basc !
That we have stoln what we do fear to keep.
But Thieves, unworthy of a thing so folr,
That in their Country did them that Disgrace,
We fear to warrant in our native Place.

Enter Cassandra with her Hair about her Ears.
Caf. Cry, Trojans, cry.
Pri. What noire? what thriek is this?
Troi. 'Tis our mad Sister, I do know her Voice.
Caf. Cry, Trojans.


He£t. It is Casandra.

Caf. Cry, Trojans, cry; lend me ten thousand Eyes, And I will fill them with prophetick Tears.

He&t. Peace, Sister, Peace.

Caf: Virgins and Boys, mid-Age and wrinkled Old, Soft Infancy, that nothing can but cry, Add to my Clamour: Let us pay betimes A moiety of that mals of Moan to come. Cry, Trojans, cry, pra&tise your Eyes with Tears; Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand, Our Fire-brand Brother Paris burns us all. Cry, Trojans, cry, a Helen and a Wo; Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Exit

Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not the high Strains
Of Divination in our Sister work
Some touches of Remorse? Or is your Blood
So madly hot, that no discourse of Reason,
Nor fear of bad Success in a bad Cause,
Can qualifie the same ?

Troi. Why, Brother Hector,
We may not think the justness of each adt
Such and no other than Event doth form it ;
Nor once deje& the Courage of our Minds,
Because Cassandra's ; mad her brain-fick Raptures
Cannot distaste the goodness of a Quarrel,
Which hath our several Honours all

To make it gracious. For my private part,
I am no more touch'd than all Priam's Sons,
And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
Such things as might offend the weakest Spleen,
To fight for, and maintain.

Par. Else might the World convince of Levitys
As well my Undertakings, as your Counsels :
But I attest the Gods, your full consent
Gave Wings to my Propenfion, and cut off
All Fears attending on so dire a Proje&t.
For what, alas, can these my fingle Arms?
What Propugnation is in one Man's Valour
To stand the Push and Enmity of those
This Quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,


Were I alone to pass the Difficulties,
And had as ample Power, as I have Will,
Paris should ne'er retra& what he harh done,
Nor faint in the purfuit.

Pri. Paris, you speak
Like one belotted on your sweet Delights;
You have the Hony still, bur these the Gall,
So to be Valiant, is no praise at all.

Par. Sir, I propose not meerly to my self,
The Pleasures such a Beauty brings with it:
But I would have the Soil of her fair Rape
Wip'd off in honourable keeping her:
What Treason were it to the rapsack'd Queen,
Disgrace to your great Worths, and shame to me,
Now to deliver her Poffeffion up,
On terms of base Compulfion? Can it be,
That so degenerate a strain as this,
Should once set foot within your generous Bosoms?
There's not the meanest Spirit on our Party,
Without a Heart to date, or Sword to draw,
When Helen is defended : Nor none lo Noble,
Whose Life were ill bestow'd, or Death' unfam'd,
Where Helen is the Subject. Then, I say,
Well may we fight for her, whom we know well,
The World's large Spaces cannot parallel.

Hec. Paris and Troilus, you have both said well :
And on the Cause and Qucftion, now in hand,
Have gloss'd, but fuperficially ; not much
Unlike young Men, whom graver Sages think
Unfit to hear moral Philosophy.
The Reasons you alledge, do more condace
To the hot Passion of distempera Blood,
Than to make up a free Determination
'Twixt Right and Wrong : For Pleasure and Revenge,
Have Ears more deaf than Adders, to the voice
Of any true Decision. Nature craves
All Dues be rendred to their Owners; now
What nearer Debt in all Humanity,
Than Wife is to the Husband ? If this Law
Of Nature be corrupted through Affe&ion,



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