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Enter Caflandra will ber hair about ber cars. Caf. Cry, Trojans, cry ; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with propherick tears.

Hest. Peace, fifter, 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 mass of moan to come: Cry, Trojans, cry, practise your eyes with tears. Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion ftand: 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.

Helt. 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 Hetor,
We may not think the juftness of each act
Such and no other than event doch form it ;
Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-sick raptures
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel,
Which hath our several honours all engag'd
To make it gracious. For my private part,
I am no more touch'd than all Priam's fons ;
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 levity
3 As well your counfels, as my undertakings:
4 For'I attest the Gods, your full consent

Gave 3 As well my undertakings, as your counsels :

4 But

Gave wings to my propenfion, and cut off
All fears attending on so dire a project.
For what, alas, can these my single 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 retract what he hath done,
Nor faint in the pursuit.

Pri. Paris, you speak
Like one befotted on your sweet delights ;
You have the honey still, but 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 ransack'd Queen,
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
Now to deliver her poffeffion up,
On terms of base compulsion! can it be,
That so degenerate a strain as this
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
There's not the meaneft fpirit on our party,
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,
When Helen is defended : none so 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.

Heft. Paris and Troilus, you have both said well: s'But on the cause and question now in hand Have glofs'd but superficially; not much Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Unfit to hear moral philosophy. The reasons you alledge, do more conduce

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To the hot passion of distemper'd 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 render'd to their owners; now
What nearer debt in all humanity,
Than wife is to the husband ? if this law
Of nature be corrupted through affection,
And that great minds, of partial indulgence
To their benummed wills, resist the fame;
There is a law in each well-order'd nation,
To curb those raging appetites that are
Moit disobedient and refractory.
If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King,
(As it is known she is) these moral laws
Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud
To have her back return'd. Thus to persist
In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,
But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion
Is this in way of truth ; yet ne'ertheless,
My sprightly brethren, I propend to you
In resolution to keep Helen ftill.;
For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance
Upon our joint and several dignities.

Troi. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design :
Were it not glory that we more affected,
Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hestor,
She is a theam of honour and renown,
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
And fame, in time to come, canonize us.
For I presume brave Heator would not lose
So rich advantage of a promis'd glory,
As smiles upon the forehead of this action,
For the wide world's revenue,


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Heet. I am yours,
You valiant off-spring of great Priamus ;
I have a roisting challenge sent amongst
The dull and factious Nobles of the Greeks,
Will strike amazement to their drowsie spirits.
I was advertis'd their great General Nept,
This I presume will wake him.



The Grecian Camp.

Enter Thersites folus. Ther. ? loft.

rinth of thy fury? fhall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! would it were otherwise ; that I could beat him, whilft he rail'd at me: 'sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till these two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they fall of themselves. Othou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods; and, Mercury, lose all the ferpentine crafe of thy Caduceus, if thou take not that little, little, less than little wit from them that they have; which short-arm'd ignorance it self knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or rather the bone-ach, for that methinks is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil Envy say Amen! What ho! my Lord Achilles.

Enter Patroclus. Pat: Who's there? Therfites ? Good Therfites, come in and rail.


Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counter, thou could'st not haye Nip'd out of my contemplation; but it is no matter, thy self upon thy self! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be chine in great revenue ! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair coarse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrowded any but Lazars; Amen! Where's Achilles ?

Pat. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in a prayer ?
Tber. Ay, the heav'ns hear me!

Enter Achilles.
Achil. Who's there?
Pat. Therftes, my Lord.

Achil. Where, where ? art thou come? why, my cheese, my digestion—why haft thou not ferved thy felf up to my table, so many meals? come, what's Agamemnon?

Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ; then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

Pat. Thy lord, Ther sites : then tell me, I pray thee, what's thy self?

Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus : then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?

Pat. Thou may'st tell, that know'st.
Achil. O tell, tell.

Ther. I'll o 'derive the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my lord, I am Patroclus's knower, and Patroclus is a fool.

Pat, You rascal
Ther. Peace, fool, I have not done.
Acbil. He is a privileg'd man. Proceed, Tbersites.

Tber. Agamemnon is a fool, Acbilles is a fool, Therfites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.

Achil. Derive this ; come.
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achil-

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