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Such and no other than event doth 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, 261
Which hath pur several honours all engag'd
To make it gracious. For my private part,
I no more touch'd than all Priam's sons:
And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
Such things as would offend the weakest spleen
To fight for and maintain !

Par. Else might the world convince of levity
As well my undertakings, as your counsels :
But I attest the gods, your full consent

270 Gave wings to my propension, 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.

280 Pri. Paris, you speak Like one besotted 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 merely to myself 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 possession 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 meanest spirit on our party,
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,
When Helen is defended ; 'nor none so noble,
Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'da
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. 301

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

311 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 same;
There is a law in each well-order'd nation,
To curb those raging appetites that are

Most 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 still ;
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 de-

sign :
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 Hector,
She is a theme 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 Hector 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.



He£t. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus. I have a roisting challenge sent amongst The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, Will strike amazement to their drowzy spirits: 350 I was advertisid their great general slept, Whilst emulation in the army crept ; This, I presume, will wake him.



The Grecian Camp. ACHILLES' Tent. Enter Ther


How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall 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, whilst 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. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus ; if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-arm’d ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention


deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy iron, and cutting the web. After this, the yengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneachel 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 !

375 Enter PATROCLUS. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.

Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have slipp'd out of my contem. płation: but it is no matter, Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine 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 corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles ?

Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer? Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me!

Enter ACHILLES. Achil. Who's there?

390 Patr. Thersites, my lord.

Achil. Where, where --Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not serv'd thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come; what's Agamemnon!



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