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Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy,
To-morrow morning call some 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? 131

Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery ; otherwise, He knew his man. Ajax. 0, meaning you :--1'll go learn more of it.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Troy. : Priams Palace. 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 hot digestion of this cormorant war,

140 Shall be struck off :--Hector, what say you to't?

Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, As far as toucheth 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

Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches

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To the 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; not 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 !

або Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, So great as our dread father, in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters sum The past-proportion of his infinite ? And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, With spans

and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame! Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at

reasons, You are so empty of them. Should not qur father Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, 170 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 reasons: You know, an enemy intends you harm ; You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, Eiij

And

And reason flies the object of all harm :
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels;
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove, 180
Or like a star dis-orb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour
Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their

thoughts
With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect
Make livers pale, and lustyhood deject.

Heet. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost The holding

Troi. What is aught, but as 'tis valu'd ?
Heft. But value dwells not in particular will

1; It holds his estimate and dignity

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As well wherein 'tis precious of itself,
As in the prizer : 'tis mad idolatry,
To make the service greater than the god;
And the will dotes, that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without some image of the affected merít.

Proi. I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will;
My will enkindled by mine eyes

and

ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores

200 Of will and judgment; How may I avoid, Although my will distaste what it elected, The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour:

We

We turn not back the silks upon the merchant,
When we have soil'd them ; nor the remainder

viands
We do not throw in unrespective sieve,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet,
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks :
Your breath of full consent belly'd his sails ;
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, i
And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir'd;
And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive,
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and fresh.

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ness

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Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning.
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt :
Is she 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'da-Go, go),
If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize,
(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands,
And cry'd-Inestimable !) why do you now
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate ;
And do a deed that fortunę never did,
Beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Richer than sea and land ? O theft most base;
That we have stolen what we do fear to keep !
But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, 230
That in their country did them that disgrace,
We fear to warrant in our native place!

Cas.

Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
Pri. What noise? what shriek is this?
Troi. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans !
Hect. It is Cassandra.

Enter CASSANDRA, raving. Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand

eyes, And I will fill them with prophetic tears. Heft. Peace, sister, peace,

240 Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled

elders, Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes A Foiety of that mass of moan to come. Cry, Trojans, cry! practise 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 woe : Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Exit. Helt. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains

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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 qualify the same ?

Troi, Why, brother Hector,
We may not think the justness of each act

Such

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