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The very wings of reason to his heels,
and fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorbid !-Nay, it we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates, and sleep : manhood and honour
Should have hare hearts, would they but fat theic
With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect
Make livers pale, and lustyhood deject.
Helt. Brother, the is not worth what she doth coit The holding
770i. What is aught but as 'tis valued ?
Hect. But value dwells not in particular will;
It holds its estimate and dignity,
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 doats, that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without tome image of th' affected's merit.
Troi. I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of
My will inkindled by' mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous Thores
Of will and judgment; how i may avoid
(Although my will distaite what is elected)
The wife I chuse ? there can be no evasion
To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour.
We turn not back the Gilks
the merchant, When we have spoil'd them ; nor th' renainder viands We do not throw in unrespective place, Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks : Your breath of full content bellied his tails ; The feas and winds (old ranglers) took a truce, And did hia, service : he touch'd the ports de fir'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 itale the morning. Why keep we her, the Grecians keep our aunt : Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl, Whole price hath launch d above a thousand Mirs, And turn'd crown'd Kings to merchants VOL, VII.
If you'll arouch, '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 clapp'd your hands,
And cry'd, Inestimable !); why do you now
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,
And do a deed that Fortune never did,
Beggar that estimation which you priz'd
Richer than sea and land ? o theft most base!
What we have stoln that we do fear to keep!
Base thieves, unworthy of a thing so stoln !
Who in their country did them that disgrace,
We fear to warrant in our native place !
Caf. [within] Cry, Trojans, cry!
Pri. What noise, what shriek is this?
Troi. 'Tis our mad Gfter, I do know her voice.
Caf. [within.] Cry, Trojans !
Hect. It is Cassandra,
SC EN E IV. Enter Cassandra, with her hair about her ears. Caf, Cry, Trojans, cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with proplietic tears.
Hect, Peace, filter, peace.
Caf: Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled old, Soft infancy, ibat nothing can bụt 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 stand : Our fire-brand brother, Paris burns us all, Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe; Cry, cry, Troy burns, or elle let Helen go.
Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high
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 caule,
Can qualify the fame?
Troi, Why, brother Hector,
We may not think the justness of each act
Such and no other than event doth form it;
Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Because Calandra's mad ; her brain-fick raptures
Cannot distalte the goodness of a quarrel,
Which hath our several honours all engagi
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. Elle might the world convince of levity
As well my undertakings, as your counsels:
But I attest the gods, your full consent
Gave wings to my propension, and cut off
All fears attending on to 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 pais the difficulties,
And had as ample power as I have wille
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 the 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 wortbs, and shame to me,
Now to deliver her poffe fion up,
On terms of base compulsion ? can it be;
That so degenerate a Itrain, as this,
Should once set footing in your generous bofoms?
There's not the meanett Spirit in our party,
Without a heart to dare, or sword en draw,
When Helen is defended : none so noble,
Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd;
When Helen is the subject. Then, I say,.
Well may we fight for her, whom we know well,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Hect Paris and Troilus, you have both said well :
But on the cause and question now in hand
Have gloz'd but fuperficially ; not much
Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought
Unfit to hear moral philofophy.
The reaions you alledge, do more conduce
To the hot paffion of ditemper'd blood,
Than to make up a tree dete: mination
'I wist right and wrong : “ for Pleasure and Revenge
• Elave ea's more deaf chan 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 wile 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
Molt diobedient and refractory,
If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King,
( as it is known she is), these moral laws
of nature, and of nation, speak aloud
To have ber back return'd. Thus to perfift
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 relolution to keep Helen still;
For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependence
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 having spleens, I would not wish a drop of Trojin blood Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, She is a theme of honour and renown; A fpur to valiant and magnanimous deeds; Whore present courage may beat down our foes, And fame, in time to come, canonize us.
For, I prefume, 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.
Hect. I am yours,
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.-
I have a roisting challenge fent amongst
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks,
Will strike amafement to their drowsy spirits.
I was advertis’d, their great General slept,
Whilft emulation in the army, crept :
This, I presume, will wake him.
S CE N E V.
Before Achilles's tent, in the Grecian Camp.
Enter Thersites folus. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Thall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: 0 worthy satisfaction ! 'would it were otherwise ; that i could beat him whilst he rail'd at me : 'stoot, 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 God's; and, Vercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou take not that little, little, le's than litile : wit from them that they have ; which thort arm'd iga norance itself knows is to abundant icarce, it will not in i circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, wiidout draw. ing the maffy irons and cutting the web. Alter this, the vengeance on the wbole c-mp ! or rather the boneach, for that, methinks, is the curte dependent on those : that war for a placket. I have laid iny prayers, and devil Envy say Amen. What ho! my Loru Achilles !
Enter Patroclus. Pat. ho's there? Therfites ? Good Therfites,, come in and rail.
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