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Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked i Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, with no dater in the pye, — for then the man's date Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply is out.

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance, Enler Troilus' Boy.

Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth,

How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. ! Upon her patient breast, making their way
Pun. Where?

With those of nobler bulk.
Boy. At your own house ; there he unarms him. But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : [Exit Boy.] The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
I doubt he be hurt. — Fare ye well, good niece. The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

Bounding between the two moist elements, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat, Cres. To bring, uncle,

Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Cres. By the same token — you are a pimp. Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

(Erit PandarUS. Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightHe offers in another's enterprize :

ness, But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be : Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind Yet hold I off.

Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not And Aies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of this,

courage, Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, That she was never yet that ever knew

And, with an accent tun'd the self-same key,
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue : Returns to chiding fortune.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,

Ulyss.

Agamemnon, Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech : Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, | Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit. In whom the tempers and the minds of all

Should be shut up, — hear what Ulysses speaks. SCENE III. – The Grecian Camp. Before

Besides the applause and approbation,
Agamemnon's Tent.

The which, — most mighty for thy place and
sway,

[T, AGAMEMNON. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor, Ulysses, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, MENELAUS, and others.

[To Nestor, Agam. Princes,

I give to both your speeches, which were such, Wat grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece The ample proposition, that hope makes

Should hold up high in brass ; and such again, In all designs begun on earth below,

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

both, Tortive and errant 3 from his course of growth.

and wise, to hear Ulysses speak. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less That we come short of our suppose so far,

expect? That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; That matter needless, of importless burden, Sith 4 every action that hath gone before,

Divide thy lips : than we are confident, Whereof we have record, trial did draw

When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle. And that unbodied figure of the thought

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;

But for these instances. And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought | The specialty of rules hath been neglected : else

And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. To find persistive constancy in men ?

When that the general is not like the hive, The fineness of which metal is not found

To whom the foragers shall all repair, In fortune's love: for them, the bold and coward, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded 9, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The hard and soft, seem all affinid 5 and kin :

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center, But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,

Observe degree, priority, and place, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Insisture', course, proportion, season, form, Puffing at all, winnows the light away :

Office, and custom, in all line of order; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd 2 Pates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye 3 Twisted and rapibling.

6 The gad-fly that stings cattle. 7 Expectation. 4 Since. Joined by affinity. * Rights of authority.

Constancy.

Thou great,

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Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,

'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, Sans? check, to good and bad: But when the planets, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, In evil mixture, to disorder wander,

The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny ? From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth ?

Cries Excellent / 'tis Agamemnon just. Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, Now play me Nestor ; - hem, and stroke thy beard, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate 3

As, he being drest to some oralion. The unity and married calm of states

That's done;

- as near as the extremest ends Quite from their fixture ? O, when degree is shak’d, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife: Which is the ladder of all high designs,

Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent ! The enterprize is sick ? How could communities, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Arming to answer in a night alarm. Peaceful commerce from dividable + shores, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The primogenitive and due of birth,

Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit, Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, But by degree, stand in authentick place ?

Shake in and out the rivet: — and at this sport, Take but degree away, untune that string,

Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus; And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all In mere 5 oppugnancy: The bounded waters

In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, And make a sop of all this solid globe :

Severals and generals of grace exact,
Strength should be lord of imbecility,

Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
And the rude son shall strike his father dead : Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves
(Between whose endless jar justice resides,) As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Nest. And in the imitation of these twain
Then every thing includes itself in power,

(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns Power into will, will into appetite;

With an imperial voice,) many are infect, And appetite, an universal wolf,

Ajax is grown self-will’d; and bears his head So doubly seconded with will and power

In such a rein, in full as proud a place Must make perforce an universal prey,

As broad Achilles: keeps his tent like him; And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

Bold as an oracle : and sets Thersites Follows the choking.

(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) And this neglection of degree it is,

To match us in comparisons with dirt ; That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose To weaken and discredit our exposure, It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd

How rank soever rounded in with danger. By him one step below; he, by the next;

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; That next by him beneath : so every step,

Count wisdom as no member of the war; Exampled by the first pace that is sick

Forestall prescience, and esteem no act Of his superior, grows to an envious fever

But that of hand: the still and mental parts, Of pale and bloodless emulation :

That do contrive how many hands shall strike, And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, – Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity :

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd They call this — bed-work, mappery, closet-war : The fever whereof all our power is sick.

So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, What is the remedy ?

They place before his hand that made the engine : Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion crowns Or those, that with the fineness of their souls The sinew and the forehand of our host,

By reason guide his execution. Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpets sounded. Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus. Upon a lazy bed the live-long day Breaks scurril jests

Enter Æneas. And with ridiculous and awkward action

Men. From Troy. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Ayam. What would you 'fore our tent ? He pageants6 us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Æne.

Is this Thy topless 7 deputation he puts on;

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? And, like a strutting player, - whose conceit

Agam.

Even this. Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich

Æne. May one that is a herald, and a prince, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Do a fair message to his kingly ears? 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage 8, Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested 9 seeming 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Call Agamemnon head and general. 9 Without 3 Force up by the roots.

Æne. Fair leave and large security. How may 4 Divided

5 Absolute. 6 In modern language, takes us off.

7 Supreme

A stranger to those most imperial looks 9 Beyond the truth.

Know them from eyes of other mortals ?

8 Stage.

Agam.

How? That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Æne. Ay;

If then one is, or hath, or means to be, I ask, that I might waken reverence,

That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. And bid the cheek be ready with a blush

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Modest as morning when she coldly eyes

When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now The youthful Phoebus :

But, if there be not in our Grecian host Which is that god in office, guiding men ?

One noble man, that hath one spark of fire Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ? To answer for his love, Tell him from me, Ayam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Troy

And in my vanthrace ' put this wither'd brawn; Are ceremonious courtiers.

And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : As may be in the world: His youth in flood, But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Good arms, strong, joints, true swords; and, Jove's Àne. Now heaven forbid such scarcity of youth! accord,

Ulyss. Amen. Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips ! To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. The worthiness of praise disdains his worth, Achilles shall have word of this intent; If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: But what the repiring enemy commends,

Yourself shall feast with us before you go, That breath faine follows; that praise, sole pure, And find the welcome of a noble foe. transceni!s.

(Exeunt all but Ulysses and NESTOR. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Ulyss. Nestor, Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.

Nest. What says Ulysses ? Agam.

What's your affair, I pray you? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Àne. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes Nest. What is't ? from Troy.

Ulyss. This 'tis : Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride I bring a trumpet 10 awake his ear :

That hath to this maturity blown up To set his sense on the attentive bent,

In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, And then to speak.

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Agam.

Speak frankly, as the wind; To overbulk us all. It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :

Nest.

Well, and how ? That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,

Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector He tells thee so himself.

sends, Ene.

Trumpet, blow loud, However it is spread in general name, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;- Relates in purpose only to Achilles. And every Greek of mettle, let him know,

Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subWhat Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.

stance,

[Trumpet sounds. Whose grossness little characters sum up: We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy And, in the publication, make no strain, A prince called Hector, (Priam is his father,) But that Achilles, were his brain as barren Who in this dull and long-continued truce As banks of Libya, - though, Apollo knows, Is rusty grown. he bade me take a trumpet, 'Tis dry enough, — will with great speed of judgAnd to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords !

ment, If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose That holds his honour higher than his ease; Pointing on him. That seeks bis praise more than he fears his peril; Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you ? That knows his valour, and knows not his fear ; Nest.

Yes, That loves his mistress more than in confession, It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) That can from Hector bring those honours off, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,

If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, In other arms than hers, — to him this challenge. Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;

In this wild action : for the success,
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Although particular, shall give a scantling ?
Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, Of good or bad unto the general ;
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:

And in such indexes, although small points
If any come, Hector shall honour him;

To their subséquent volumes, there is seen
If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, The baby figure of the giant mass
The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d,
The splinter of a lance. Even so much.

He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, If none of them have soul in such a kind,

Makes merit her election, and doth boil, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,

An armour foi the arm. 2 Size, measure

Out of her virtues ; Who miscarrying,

Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foil'd, What heart receives from hence a conquering part, Why, then we did our main opinion 5 crush To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?

In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw In no less working, than are swords and bows The sort 6 to fight with Hector : Among ourselves, Directive by the limbs.

Give him allowance for the better man, Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech ;

For that will physick the great Myrmidon, Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall Let us, like me nts, show our foulest wares, His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,

If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
The lustre of the better shall exceed,

We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,
By showing the worst first. Do not consent, Yet go we under our opinion ? still
That ever Hector and Achilles meet ;

That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
For both our honour and our shame, in this, Our project's iife this shape of sense assumes, —
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

Ajax, einploy'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; what Nest. Ulysses, are they?

Now I begin to relish thy advice; Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from And I will give a taste of it forth with Hector,

To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Were he not proud, we all should share with him: Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone But he already is too insolent;

Must tarre & the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. And we were better parch in Africk sun,

(Exeunt. Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,

ACT II.

SCENE I. Another Part of the Grecian Camp. Ther. Nay, but regard him well.
Enter AJAX and THERSITES.

Achil. Well, why I do so.

Ther. But yet you look not well upon him : for Ajur. Thersites, learn me the proclamation. whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. Achil. I know that, fool. Ajar. I say, the proclamation,

Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself. Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Ajar. Therefore I beat thee. Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his great- Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that | utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have thou barkest at him.

bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones : Ajar. Mistress Thersites!

This lord, Achilles, Ajax, — who wears his wit in Ther. Thou shouldest strike him.

his belly, instead of his head, — I'll tell you what Ajax. Cobloaf!

I say of him. Ther. He would pun 3 thee into shivers with his

Achil. What? fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.

Ther. I say this, Ajax Ajar. You cur!

[Beating him.

Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ther. Do, do.

[Ajax offers to strike him, ACHILLES Ajar. Thou stool for a witch !

interposes. Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou

Ther. Has not so much withast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an Achil. Nay, I must hold you. assinego + may tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant ass! Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art | whom he comes to fight. bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Achil. Peace, fool! Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will Ther. I would hare peace and quietness, but the begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, fool will not: he there; that he ; look you there. thou thing of no bowels, thou !

Ajax. O thou cur! I shall Ajax. You dog!

Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's? Ther. You scurvy lord !

Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will Ajax. You cur!

[Beating him. shame it.
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel, Patr. Good words, Thersites.
do, do.

Achil. What's the quarrel ?
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.

Ajar. I bade the vile owl, go, learn me the tenor

of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you Ther. I serve thee not. thus?

Ajar. Well, go to, go to. How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? T'her. I serve here voluntary. Ther. You see him there, do you?

Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not Achil. Ay; what's the matter?

voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was Ther. Nay, look upon him.

here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Achil So I do; What's the matter?

» Estimation of character. 3 Pound, 4 Ass, a cant term for a foolish fellow.

€ Provoke,

6 Lot.

Character.

reasons:

Ther. Even so?—a great deal of your wit too Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, lies in your sinews, or else there be liars, Hector So great as our dread father, in a scale shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of Of common ounces? will you with counters sum your brains; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with The past-proportion of his infinite? no kernel.

And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?

With spans and inches so diminutive Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose As fears and reasons ? fye, for godly shame! wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at their toes, — yoke you like draught oxen, and make

reasons, you plough up the wars.

You are so empty of them. Should not our father Achil. What, what?

Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Ther. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax! | Because your speech hath none, that tells him so ? to!

Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.

priest, Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as You fur your gloves with reason.

Here are your thou, afterwards.

Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace. You know, an enemy intends you harm;

Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' bracho You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, bids me, shall I ?

And reason fies the object of all harm :
Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.

Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
I come any more to your tents; I will keep where The very wings of reason to his heels;
there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,

(E.cit. Or like a star disorb'd ? - Nay, if we talk of reason, Patr. A good riddance.

Let's shut our gates and sleep: Manhood and honour Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their our host :

thoughts That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,

With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect ? Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare The holding Maintain — I know not what; 'tis trash : Farewell. Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him?

Hect. But value dwells not in particular will ; #chil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, It holds his estimate and dignity He knew his man.

As well wherein 'tis precious of itself Ajar. O, meaning you :- - I'll go learn more of it. As in the prizer: 'tis mad ido atry,

[Exeunt. To make the service greater than the god;

And the will dotes, that is attributive SCENE II. - Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. To what infectiously itself affects,

Without some image of the affected merit. Enter Priam, HECTOR, TROiLUs, Paris, and

Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election HELENUS.

Is led on in the conduct of my will : Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent, My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks : Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Deliver Helen, and all damage else

Of will and judgment: How may I avoid, As honour, loss of time, travel, expence,

Although my will distaste what it elected, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum'd The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion In hot digestion of this cormorant war,

To blench 3 from this, and to stand firm by honour Shall be struck of: Hector, what say you to't ? We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks When we have soild them; nor the remainder viands than I,

We do not throw in unrespective sieve, As far as toucheth my particular, yet,

Because we now are full. It was thought meet, Dread Priam,

Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: There is no lady of more softer bowels,

Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,

The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, More ready to cry out- · Who knows what follows ? And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir’d; Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, And, for an old aunt4, whom the Greeks held captive, Surety secure; but modest doubt is callid

He brought a Grecian qneen, whose youth and The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches

freshness To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:

Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt : Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes', Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean of ours : Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, If we have lost so many tenths of ours,

And turn’d crown'd kings to merchants. To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Had it our name, the value of one ten;

(As you must needs, for you all cry'd - Go, go,) What merit's in that reason, which denies

If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, The yielding of her up?

(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands, Tro. Fye, fye, my brother!

2 Caution.

9 Shrink, or fly off , Bitch, hound. 1 Tenths.

• Priam's sister, Hesionc.

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