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Troylus and Cressida. Ther.
[895]

Nay but regard him well.

Achil.

Well, why I do so.

Ther.

But yet you looke not well vpon him: for who

some euer you take him to be, he is Aiax.

Achil.

I know that foole.

Ther.
[900]

I, but that foole knowes not himselfe.

Aiax.

Therefore I beate thee.

Ther.

Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicumes of wit he vtters: his

euasions haue eares thus long. I haue bobb'd his Braine

more then he has beate my bones: I will buy nine Spar­

[905]

rowes for a peny, and his Piamater is not worth the ninth

part of a Sparrow. This Lord ( Achilles) Aiax who wears

his wit in his belly, and his guttes in his head, Ile tell you

what I say of him.

Achil.

What?

Ther.
[910]

I say this Ajax

Achil.

Nay good Aiax.

Ther.

Has not so much wit.

Achil.

Nay, 1 must hold you.

Ther. As will stop the eye of Helens Needle, for whom he comes to fight. Achil.
[915]

Peace foole.

Ther.

I would haue peace and quietnes, but the foole

will not: he there, that he, looke you there.

Aiax.

O thou damn'd Curre, I shall⸺

Achil.

Will you set your wit to a Fooles.

Ther.
[920]

No I warrant you, for a fooles will shame it.

Pat.

Good words Thersites.

Achil.

What's the quarrell?

Aiax.

I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure

Of the Proclamation, and he sayles vpon me.

Ther.
[925]
I serue thee not.
Aiax.

Well, go too, go too.

Ther.

I serue heere voluntary.

Achil.

Your last seruice was sufferance, 'twas not vo­

luntary, no man is beaten voluntary: Aiax was heere the

[930]

voluntary, and you as vnder an Impresse.

Ther.

E'neso, a great deale of your wit too lies in your

sinnewes, or else there be Liars, Hector shall haue a great

catch, if he knocke out either of your braines, he were as

good cracke a fustie nut with no kernell.

Achil.
[935]

What with me to Thersites?

Ther.

There's Vlysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was

mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke

you like draft­

Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre.

Achil.
[940]

What? what?

Ther.

Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to⸺

Aiax.

I shall cut out your tongue.

Ther. 'Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou afterwards. Pat.

No more words Thersites.

Ther.
[945]

I will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids

me, shall I?

Achil. There's for you Patroclus. Ther.

I wil see you hang'd like Clotpoles ere I come

any more to your Tents; I will keepe where there is wit

[950]

stirring, and leaue the faction of fooles.

Exit. Pat.

A good riddance.

Achil. Marry this Sir is proclaim'd through al our host, That Hector by the fift houre of the Sunne, Will with a Trumpet,'twixt our Tents and Troy
[955]
To morrow morning call some Knight to Armes, That hath a stomacke, and such a one that dare Maintaine I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.
Aiax.

Farewell? who shall answer him?

Achil. I know not,'tis put to Lottry: otherwise

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[960]
He knew his man.
Aiax. O meaning you, I wil go learne more of it. Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Priam, Hector, Troylus, Paris and Helenus. Pri. After so many houres, liues, speeches spent, Thus once againe sayes Nestor, from the Greekes, Deliuer Helen, and all damage else
[965]
(As honour, losse of time, trauaile, expence, Wounds, friends, and what els deere that is consum'd In hot digestion of this comorant Warre) Shall be stroke off. Hector, what say you too't.
Hect. Though no man lesser feares the Greeks then I,
[970]
As farre as touches my particular: yet dread Priam, There is no Lady of more softer bowels. More spungie, to sucke in the sense of Feare, More ready to cry out, who knowes what followes Then Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,
[975]
Surety secure; but modest Doubt is cal'd The Beacon of the wise: the tent that searches To'th'bottome of the worst. Let Helen go, Since the first sword was drawne about this question, Euery thythe soule 'mongst many thousand dismes,
[980]
Hath bin as deere as Helen: I meane of ours: If we haue lost so many tenths of ours To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to vs (Had it our name) the valew of one ten; What merit's in that reason which denies
[985]
The yeelding of her vp.
Troy. Fie, fie, my Brother; Weigh you the worth and h nour of a King (So great as our dread Father) in a Scale Of common Ounces? Wil you with Counters Summe
[990]
The past proportion of his infinite, And buckle in a waste most fathomlesse, With spannes and inches so diminutiue, As feares and reasons? Fie for godly shame?
Hel. No maruel though you bite so sharp at reasons,
[995]
You are so empty of them, should not our Father Beare the great sway of his affayres with reasons, Becaufe your speech hath none that tels him so.
Troy. You are for dreames & slumbers brother Priest You furre your gloues with reason:here are your reasons
[1000]
You know an enemy intends you harme, You know, a sword imploy'd is perillous, And reason flyes the obiect of all harme. Who maruels then when Helenus beholds A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
[1005]
The very wings of reason to his heeles: Or like a starre disorb'd. Nay, if we talke of Reason, And flye like chidden Mercurie from Ioue, Let's shut our gates and sleepe: Manhood and Honor Should haue hard hearts, wold they but fat their thoughts
[1010]
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect, Makes Liuers pale, and lustyhood deiect.
Hect. Brother, she is not worth What she doth cost the holding. Troy. What's aught, but as 'tis valew'd? Hect.
[1015]
But value dwels not in particular will, It holds his estimate and dignitie As well, wherein 'tis precious of it selfe, As in the prizer: 'Tis made Idolatrie, To make the seruice greater then the God,
[1020]
And the will dotes that is inclineable To what infectiously it selfe affects, Without some image of th'affected merit.
Troy. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my Will; ¶3 My

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Priam, Hector, Troylus, Paris and Helenus. Pri. After so many houres, liues, speeches spent, Thus once againe sayes Nestor, from the Greekes, Deliuer Helen, and all damage else
[965]
(As honour, losse of time, trauaile, expence, Wounds, friends, and what els deere that is consum'd In hot digestion of this comorant Warre) Shall be stroke off. Hector, what say you too't.
Hect. Though no man lesser feares the Greeks then I,
[970]
As farre as touches my particular: yet dread Priam, There is no Lady of more softer bowels. More spungie, to sucke in the sense of Feare, More ready to cry out, who knowes what followes Then Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,
[975]
Surety secure; but modest Doubt is cal'd The Beacon of the wise: the tent that searches To'th'bottome of the worst. Let Helen go, Since the first sword was drawne about this question, Euery thythe soule 'mongst many thousand dismes,
[980]
Hath bin as deere as Helen: I meane of ours: If we haue lost so many tenths of ours To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to vs (Had it our name) the valew of one ten; What merit's in that reason which denies
[985]
The yeelding of her vp.
Troy. Fie, fie, my Brother; Weigh you the worth and h nour of a King (So great as our dread Father) in a Scale Of common Ounces? Wil you with Counters Summe
[990]
The past proportion of his infinite, And buckle in a waste most fathomlesse, With spannes and inches so diminutiue, As feares and reasons? Fie for godly shame?
Hel. No maruel though you bite so sharp at reasons,
[995]
You are so empty of them, should not our Father Beare the great sway of his affayres with reasons, Becaufe your speech hath none that tels him so.
Troy. You are for dreames & slumbers brother Priest You furre your gloues with reason:here are your reasons
[1000]
You know an enemy intends you harme, You know, a sword imploy'd is perillous, And reason flyes the obiect of all harme. Who maruels then when Helenus beholds A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
[1005]
The very wings of reason to his heeles: Or like a starre disorb'd. Nay, if we talke of Reason, And flye like chidden Mercurie from Ioue, Let's shut our gates and sleepe: Manhood and Honor Should haue hard hearts, wold they but fat their thoughts
[1010]
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect, Makes Liuers pale, and lustyhood deiect.
Hect. Brother, she is not worth What she doth cost the holding. Troy. What's aught, but as 'tis valew'd? Hect.
[1015]
But value dwels not in particular will, It holds his estimate and dignitie As well, wherein 'tis precious of it selfe, As in the prizer: 'Tis made Idolatrie, To make the seruice greater then the God,
[1020]
And the will dotes that is inclineable To what infectiously it selfe affects, Without some image of th'affected merit.
Troy. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my Will;
[1025]
My Will enkindled by mine eyes and eares, Two traded Pylots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of Will, and Iudgement. How may I auoyde (Although, my will distaste, what it elected) The Wife I chose, there can be no euasion
[1030]
To blench from this, and to stand firme by honour. We turne not backe the Silkes vpon the Merchant When we haue spoyl'd them; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in vnrespectue same, Because we now are full. It was thought meete
[1035]
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greekes; Your breath of full consent bellied his Sailes, The Seas and Windes (old Wranglers) toke a Truce, And did him seruice; he touch'd the Ports desir'd, And for an old Aunt whom the Greekes held Captiue,
[1040]
He brought, a Grecian Queen, whose youth & freshnesse Wrinkles Apolloes, and makes stale the morning. Why keep we her? the Grecians keeps our Aunt? Is the worth keeping? Why she is a Pearle, Whose price hath launch'd aboue a thousand Ships,
[1045]
And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants, If you'l auouch,'twas wisedome Paris went, (As you must needs, for you all cride, Go, go:) If you'l confesse, he brought home Noble prize, (As you must needs) for you all clapt your hands,
[1050]
And cride inestimable; why do you now The issue of your proper Wisedomes rate, And do a deed that Fortune neuer did?, Begger the estimation which you priz'd, Richer then Sea and Land? O Theft most base!
[1055]
That we haue stolne what we do feare to keepe. But Theeues vnworthy of a thing so stolne, That in their Country did them that disgrace, We feare to warrant in our Natiue place.
Enter Cassandra with her haire about her eares. Cas.

Cry Troyans, cry.

Priam.
[1060]

What noyse? what shreeke is this?

Troy.

'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voyce.

Cas.

Cry Troyans.

Hect.

It is Cassandra.

Cas. Cry Troyans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes,
[1065]
And I will fill them with Propheticke teares.
Hect. Peace sister, peace. Cas. Virgins, and Boyes; mid‑age & wrinkled old, Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry, Adde to my clamour: let vs pay betimes
[1070]
A moity of that masse of moane to come. Cry Troyans cry, practice your eyes with teares, Troy must not be, nor goodly Illion stand, Our fire‑brand Brother Parisburnes vs all. Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe;
[1075]
Cry cry, Troy burnes, or else let Helen goe.
Exit. Hect. Now youthfull Troylus, do not these hie strains Of diuination in our Sister, worke Some touches of remorse? Or is your bloud So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
[1080]
Nor feare of bad successe in a bad cause, Can qualifie the same?
Troy. Why Brother Hector, We may not thinke the iustnesse of each acte Such, and no other then euent doth forme it,
[1085]
Nor once deiect the courage of our mindes; Because Cassandra's mad, her brainsicke raptures Cannot distaste the goodnesse of a quarrell, Which hath our seuerall Honours all engag'd To make it gracious. For my priuate part,
[1090]
I am no more touch'd, then all Priams sonnes, And Ioue forbid there should be done among'st vs Such things as might offend the weakest spleene, To fight for, and maintaine.
Par. Else might the world conuince of leuitie,
[1095]
As well my vnder‑takings as your counsels: But I attest the gods, your full consent Gaue wings to my propension, and cut off All feares attending on so dire a proiect. For what (alas) can these my single armes?
[1100]
What propugnation is in one mans valour To stand the push and enmity of those. This quarrell would excite? Yet I protest, Were I alone to passe the difficulties, And had as ample power, as I haue will,
[1105]
Paris should ne're retract what he hath done, Nor faint in the pursuite.
Pri. Paris, you speake Like one be‑sotted on your sweet delights; You haue the Hony still, but these the Gall, So to be valiant, is no praise at all. Par.
[1110]
Sir, I propose not meerely to my selfe, The pleasures such a beauty brings with it: But I would haue the soyle of her faire Rape Wip'd off in honourable keeping her. What Treafon were it to the ransack'd Queene,
[1115]
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, Now to deliuer her possession vp On termes of base compulsion? Can it be, That so degenerate a straine as this, Should once set footing in your generous bosomes?
[1120]
There's not the meanest spirit on our partie, 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 vnfam'd, Where Helen is the subiect. Then (I say)
[1125]
Well may we fight for her, whom we know well, The worlds large spaces cannot paralell.
Hect. Paris and Troylus, you haue both said well: And on the cause and question now in hand, Haue gloz'd, but superficially; not much
[1130]
Vnlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Vnfit to heare Morall Philosophie. The Reasons you alledge, do more conduce To the hot passion of distemp'red blood, Then to make vp a free determination
[1135]
'Twixt right and wrong: For pleasure, and reuenge, Haue eares more deafe then Adders, to the voyce Of any true decision. Nature craues All dues be rendred to their Owners: now What neerer debt in all humanity,
[1140]
Then Wife is to the Husband? If this law Of Nature be corrupted through affection, And that great mindes of partiall indulgence, To their benummed wills resist the same, There is a Law in each well‑ordred Nation,
[1145]
To curbe those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refracturie. If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King (As it is knowne she is) these Morall Lawes Of Nature, and of Nation, speake alowd
[1150]
To haue her backe return'd. Thus to persist In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, But makes it much more heauie. Hectors opinion Is this in way of truth: yet nere the lesse, My spritely brethren, I propend to you
[1155]
In resolution to keepe Helen still; For 'tis a cause that hath no meane dependance, Vpon our ioynt and seuerall dignities.
Tro. Why? there you toucht the life of our designe: Were it not glory that we more affected,
[1160]
Then the performance of our heauing spleenes, I would not wish a drop of Troian blood, Spent more in her defence. But worthy Hector, She is a theame of honour and renowne, A spurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
[1165]
Whose present courage may beate downe our foes, And fame in time to come canonize vs. For I presume braue Hector would not loose So rich aduantage of a promis'd glory, As smiles vpon the fore‑head of this action,
[1170]
For the wide worlds reuenew.
Hect. I am yours, You valiant off‑spring of great Priamus, I haue a roisting challenge sent among'st The dull and factous nobles of the Greekes,
[1175]
Will strike amazement to their drowsie spirits, I was aduertiz'd, their Great generall slept, Whil'st emulation in the armie crept: This I presume will wake him.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="1045">And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants,</l>
      <l n="1046">If you'l auouch,'twas wisedome<hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>went,</l>
      <l n="1047">(As you must needs, for you all cride, Go, go:)</l>
      <l n="1048">If you'l confesse, he brought home Noble prize,</l>
      <l n="1049">(As you must needs) for you all clapt your hands,</l>
      <l n="1050">And cride inestimable; why do you now</l>
      <l n="1051">The issue of your proper Wisedomes rate,</l>
      <l n="1052">And do a deed that Fortune neuer did?,</l>
      <l n="1053">Begger the estimation which you priz'd,</l>
      <l n="1054">Richer then Sea and Land? O Theft most base!</l>
      <l n="1055">That we haue stolne what we do feare to keepe.</l>
      <l n="1056">But Theeues vnworthy of a thing so stolne,</l>
      <l n="1057">That in their Country did them that disgrace,</l>
      <l n="1058">We feare to warrant in our Natiue place.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cassandra with her haire about her eares.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <p n="1059">Cry<hi rend="italic">Troyans</hi>, cry.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Priam.</speaker>
      <p n="1060">What noyse? what shreeke is this?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <p n="1061">'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voyce.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <p n="1062">Cry Troyans.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-hec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
      <p n="1063">It is<hi rend="italic">Cassandra</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="1064">Cry Troyans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes,</l>
      <l n="1065">And I will fill them with Propheticke teares.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-hec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
      <l n="1066">Peace sister, peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="1067">Virgins, and Boyes; mid‑age &amp; wrinkled old,</l>
      <l n="1068">Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry,</l>
      <l n="1069">Adde to my clamour: let vs pay betimes</l>
      <l n="1070">A moity of that masse of moane to come.</l>
      <l n="1071">Cry Troyans cry, practice your eyes with teares,</l>
      <l n="1072">Troy must not be, nor goodly Illion stand,</l>
      <l n="1073">Our fire‑brand Brother<hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>burnes vs all.</l>
      <l n="1074">Cry Troyans cry, a<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>and a woe;</l>
      <l n="1075">Cry cry, Troy burnes, or else let<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>goe.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tro-hec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
      <l n="1076">Now youthfull<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, do not these hie strains</l>
      <l n="1077">Of diuination in our Sister, worke</l>
      <l n="1078">Some touches of remorse? Or is your bloud</l>
      <l n="1079">So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,</l>
      <l n="1080">Nor feare of bad successe in a bad cause,</l>
      <l n="1081">Can qualifie the same?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
      <l n="1082">Why Brother<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1083">We may not thinke the iustnesse of each acte</l>
      <l n="1084">Such, and no other then euent doth forme it,</l>
      <l n="1085">Nor once deiect the courage of our mindes;</l>
      <l n="1086">Because<hi rend="italic">Cassandra's</hi>mad, her brainsicke raptures</l>
      <l n="1087">Cannot distaste the goodnesse of a quarrell,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1088">Which hath our seuerall Honours all engag'd</l>
      <l n="1089">To make it gracious. For my priuate part,</l>
      <l n="1090">I am no more touch'd, then all<hi rend="italic">Priams</hi>sonnes,</l>
      <l n="1091">And Ioue forbid there should be done among'st vs</l>
      <l n="1092">Such things as might offend the weakest spleene,</l>
      <l n="1093">To fight for, and maintaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-par">
      <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
      <l n="1094">Else might the world conuince of leuitie,</l>
      <l n="1095">As well my vnder‑takings as your counsels:</l>
      <l n="1096">But I attest the gods, your full consent</l>
      <l n="1097">Gaue wings to my propension, and cut off</l>
      <l n="1098">All feares attending on so dire a proiect.</l>
      <l n="1099">For what (alas) can these my single armes?</l>
      <l n="1100">What propugnation is in one mans valour</l>
      <l n="1101">To stand the push and enmity of those.</l>
      <l n="1102">This quarrell would excite? Yet I protest,</l>
      <l n="1103">Were I alone to passe the difficulties,</l>
      <l n="1104">And had as ample power, as I haue will,</l>
      <l n="1105">
         <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>should ne're retract what he hath done,</l>
      <l n="1106">Nor faint in the pursuite.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pri.</speaker>
      <l n="1107">
         <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>, you speake Like one be‑sotted on your sweet delights;</l>
      <l n="1108">You haue the Hony still, but these the Gall,</l>
      <l n="1109">So to be valiant, is no praise at all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-par">
      <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
      <l n="1110">Sir, I propose not meerely to my selfe,</l>
      <l n="1111">The pleasures such a beauty brings with it:</l>
      <l n="1112">But I would haue the soyle of her faire Rape</l>
      <l n="1113">Wip'd off in honourable keeping her.</l>
      <l n="1114">What Treafon were it to the ransack'd Queene,</l>
      <l n="1115">Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,</l>
      <l n="1116">Now to deliuer her possession vp</l>
      <l n="1117">On termes of base compulsion? Can it be,</l>
      <l n="1118">That so degenerate a straine as this,</l>
      <l n="1119">Should once set footing in your generous bosomes?</l>
      <l n="1120">There's not the meanest spirit on our partie,</l>
      <l n="1121">Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,</l>
      <l n="1122">When<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>is defended: nor none so Noble,</l>
      <l n="1123">Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death vnfam'd,</l>
      <l n="1124">Where<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>is the subiect. Then (I say)</l>
      <l n="1125">Well may we fight for her, whom we know well,</l>
      <l n="1126">The worlds large spaces cannot paralell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-hec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
      <l n="1127">
         <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, you haue both said well:</l>
      <l n="1128">And on the cause and question now in hand,</l>
      <l n="1129">Haue gloz'd, but superficially; not much</l>
      <l n="1130">Vnlike young men, whom<hi rend="italic">Aristotle</hi>thought</l>
      <l n="1131">Vnfit to heare Morall Philosophie.</l>
      <l n="1132">The Reasons you alledge, do more conduce</l>
      <l n="1133">To the hot passion of distemp'red blood,</l>
      <l n="1134">Then to make vp a free determination</l>
      <l n="1135">'Twixt right and wrong: For pleasure, and reuenge,</l>
      <l n="1136">Haue eares more deafe then Adders, to the voyce</l>
      <l n="1137">Of any true decision. Nature craues</l>
      <l n="1138">All dues be rendred to their Owners: now</l>
      <l n="1139">What neerer debt in all humanity,</l>
      <l n="1140">Then Wife is to the Husband? If this law</l>
      <l n="1141">Of Nature be corrupted through affection,</l>
      <l n="1142">And that great mindes of partiall indulgence,</l>
      <l n="1143">To their benummed wills resist the same,</l>
      <l n="1144">There is a Law in each well‑ordred Nation,</l>
      <l n="1145">To curbe those raging appetites that are</l>
      <l n="1146">Most disobedient and refracturie.</l>
      <l n="1147">If<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>then be wife to Sparta's King</l>
      <l n="1148">(As it is knowne she is) these Morall Lawes</l>
      <l n="1149">Of Nature, and of Nation, speake alowd</l>
      <l n="1150">To haue her backe return'd. Thus to persist</l>
      <l n="1151">In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,</l>
      <l n="1152">But makes it much more heauie.<hi rend="italic">Hectors</hi>opinion</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0599-0.jpg"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1153">Is this in way of truth: yet nere the lesse,</l>
      <l n="1154">My spritely brethren, I propend to you</l>
      <l n="1155">In resolution to keepe<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>still;</l>
      <l n="1156">For 'tis a cause that hath no meane dependance,</l>
      <l n="1157">Vpon our ioynt and seuerall dignities.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-tro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tro.</speaker>
      <l n="1158">Why? there you toucht the life of our designe:</l>
      <l n="1159">Were it not glory that we more affected,</l>
      <l n="1160">Then the performance of our heauing spleenes,</l>
      <l n="1161">I would not wish a drop of<hi rend="italic">Troian</hi>blood,</l>
      <l n="1162">Spent more in her defence. But worthy<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1163">She is a theame of honour and renowne,</l>
      <l n="1164">A spurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds,</l>
      <l n="1165">Whose present courage may beate downe our foes,</l>
      <l n="1166">And fame in time to come canonize vs.</l>
      <l n="1167">For I presume braue<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>would not loose</l>
      <l n="1168">So rich aduantage of a promis'd glory,</l>
      <l n="1169">As smiles vpon the fore‑head of this action,</l>
      <l n="1170">For the wide worlds reuenew.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tro-hec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
      <l n="1171">I am yours,</l>
      <l n="1172">You valiant off‑spring of great<hi rend="italic">Priamus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1173">I haue a roisting challenge sent among'st</l>
      <l n="1174">The dull and factous nobles of the Greekes,</l>
      <l n="1175">Will strike amazement to their drowsie spirits,</l>
      <l n="1176">I was aduertiz'd, their Great generall slept,</l>
      <l n="1177">Whil'st emulation in the armie crept:</l>
      <l n="1178">This I presume will wake him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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