Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Ajax. O, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of it. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Troy. PRIAM's 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, Shall be struck off-Hector, what say you to't? 140 He&t. 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? Surety Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches 150 To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go: Since the first sword was drawn about this question, If we have lost so many tenths of ours, What merit's in that reason, which denies Troi. Fie, fie, my brother! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, Of common ounces? will you with counters sum And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, With spans and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame! 160 Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons, 170 You are so empty of them. Should not our father Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? Troi. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest, You fur your gloves with reason, reasons: Here are your You know, an enemy intends you harm Eiij And 180 And reason flies the object of all harm: With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Hect. 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; As well wherein 'tis precious of itself, 190 To make the service greater than the god ; 200 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, 210 Because we now are full. It was thought meet, ness Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. The issue of your proper wisdoms rate; 220 230 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. Het. Peace, sister, peace. 240 Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled elders, Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, A moiety of that mass of moan to come. [Exit. Het. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse? or is your blood So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, 250 Can qualify the same ? Troi. Why, brother Hector, We may not think the justness of each act Such |