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As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,

Whe shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Ulys. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
Tortive and errant from his course of growth. And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

But for these instances.
That we come short of our suppose so far, The specialty of rule hath heen neglected :
That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; And, look, how many Greciau tents do stand
Sith every action, that hath gone before,

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
Whereof we have record, trial did draw

When that the general is not like the hive, Bias and thwart; not answering the aim,

To whom the foragers shall all repair,
And that unbodied figure of the thought,

What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded,
That gare't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,
And think them shames, which are, indeed, dought Observe degree, priority, and place,

Iusisture, course, proportion, season, form,
But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Office, and custom, in all line of order: To find persistive constancy in men ?

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, The fineness of which metal is not found

In noble eminence enthron’d and spher'd Ju fortane's love: for then, the bold and coward, Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye The wise and fool, the artist and upread,

Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: And posts, like the commandment of a king, But, in the wind and tempest of her fiown, Sans check, to good and bad. But, when the planets, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, Paffing at all, windows the light away ;

What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

What raging of the sea ? 'shaking of earth?
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors,
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

The unity and married calm of states
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is shak'd,
Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth, Which is the ladder of all high designs,
llow many shallow bauble boats dare sail The enterprize is sick! How could communities,
Upon her patient breast, making their way Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
With those of nobler bulk?

Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

The primogenitive and due of birth, The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels

The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cat, But by degree, stand in authentic place ?
Bounding between the two moist elements, Take but degree away, untune that string,
Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now la mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters
Co-rival'd greatness ? either to liarbour fled, Should lift their bosoms higher, than the shores,
Or made a toast for Neptone. Even so

And make a sop of all this solid globe:
Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Strength should be lord of imbecility,
In storms of fortune : for, in her ray and brightness. And the rude son should strike his father dead :
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong,
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind (Between whose endless jar justice resides,)
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of cou- Then every thing includes itself in power,

Power into will, will iato appetite;
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, And appetite, an universal wolf,
And with an accept tun'd in self-same key, So doubly seconded with will and power,
Returns to chiding fortune.

Must make perforce an universal prey,
Ulys. Agamemnon,

And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,

Follows the choking.
In whom the tempers and the minds of all

And this neglection of degree it is,
Should be shut up, -- hear what Ulysses speaks ! That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
Besides the applause and approbation

It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
The which, - most mighty for thy place and sway, By him one step below; he, by the next;

{To Agamemnon. That next, by him beneath; so every step, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, Exampled by the first pace, that is sick

[To Nestor. Of his superior, grows to an envious fever I give to both your speeches, - which were such, of pale and bloodless emulation : As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece

And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Should hold up high in brass; and such again, Not her owa sinews. To end a tale of length, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,

Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Nest

. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd no which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears The fever, whereof all our power is sick. To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please both, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Vlgsses, Thou great, — and wise, - to hear Ulysses speak. What is the renedy? Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less Ulys. The great Achilles, whom opinion expect

The sidew and the forehand of our host, That matter needless, of importless burden, Having his ear full of his airy fame, Divide thy lips; than we are confident,

Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent When rauk Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, Lies mocking our designs : with him, Patroclas,

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Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day

Aene. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
Breaks scurril jests ;

Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
And with ridiculous and aukward action

Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Call Agamemnon head and general.
Thy topless deputation he puts on;

Aene. Fair leave, and large security. How may
And, like a strutting player, — whose conceit A stranger to those most imperial looks
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Know them from eyes of other mortals?
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Agam, How?
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,-

Rene. Ay;
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming I ask, that I might waken reverence,
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, And bid the cheek be ready with a blash,
'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar'd, Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, The youthful Phoebus :
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Which is that god in office, guiding men ?
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
Cries: Excellent ! -'tis Agamemnon just. - Are ceremonious courtiers.
Now play me Nestor ;hem, and stroke thy beard, dene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d,
As he, being 'drest to some oration.

As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:
That's done;

- as near, as the extremest ends But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Yet good Achilles still cries : Excellent!

'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Aeneas !
Arming to answer in a night alarm.

Peace, Trojan! lay thy finger on thy lips !
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
Must be the scene of mirth: to cough, and spit, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth :
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,

But what the repining enemy commends,
Shake in and out the rivet:- and at this sport, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure,
Sir Valour dies ; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus ;

Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all

Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Aeneas ?
In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Aene. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,

Agam. What's your affair, I pray you?
Severals and generals of grace exact,

Aene. Sir, pardon ; 'ris for Agamemnon's ears.
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,

Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,

Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves

Aene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain

To set his sense on the attentive bent,
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns

And then to speak.
With an imperial voice,) many are infect.

4gam. Speak frankly as the wind;
Ajax is grown self-will’d; and bears his head

It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
In such a rein, in full as proud a place

That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
As broad Achilles: keeps his tent like him; He tells thee so himself.
Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, Aene. Trumpet, blow loud,
Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites

Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents ;-
(A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) And every Greek of mettle let him know,
To match us in comparisons with dirt;

What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. To weaken and discredit our exposure,

[Trumpet sounds. How rank soever rounded in with danger.

We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
Ulys. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; A prince call’d Hector, (Priam is his father,)
Count wisdom as no member of the war;

Who in this dull and long-continued truce
Forestall prescience, and esteem no act

Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,
But that of hand: the still and mental parts, – And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
That do contrive how many hauds shall strike, If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece,
When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure That holds his honour higher, than his ease;
of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, – That seeks his praise more, than he fears his peril;
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:

That knows his valour, and knows not his fear;
They call this ---bed-work, mappery, closet-war : That loves his mistress more, than in confession,
So that the ram, that batters down the wall, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,)
For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,
They place before his hand, that made the engine; In other arms than hers, — to him this challenge.
Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
By reason guide his execution.

Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Thetis' sons. [Trumpet sounds. Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;
Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus!

And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Mid-way between yonr tents and walls of Troy,
Men. From Troy.

To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:
Agam. What would you 'fore our tent?

If any come, llector shall honour him;
Aene. Is this

If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires,
Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?

The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth
Agam. Even this.

The splinter of a lauce. Even so much.

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Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Aeneas; What heart receives from hence a conquering part,
If none of them have soul in such a kind,

To steel a strong opinion to themselves ?
We left them all at home: but we are soldiers; Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, In no less working, than are swords and bows
That means not, hath pot, or is not in love! Directive by the limbs.
If then one is, or hath, or means to be,

Ulys. Give pardon to my speech! -
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Therefore, 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector.

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,
When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
But, if there be not in our Grecian host

The lustre of the better shall exceed,
One noble man, that hath one spark of fire By showing the worse first. Do not consent,
To answer for his love, tell him from me, - That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, For both our honour and our shame, in this,
And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
And, meeting him, will tell him, that my lady Nest, I see them not with my old eyes; what are
Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste

they? As may be in the world. Ilis youth in flood, Ulys. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, I'll

prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Were he not proud, we all should share with him : Aene. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth! But he already is too insolent; Ulys. Amen!

And we were better parch in Afric son, Agam. Fair lord Aeneas, let me touch your hand; Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir !

Should he 'scape Hector fair : if he were foil'd,
Achilles shall have word of this intent;

Why, then we did our main opinion crush
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
And find the welcome of a noble foe.

The sort to find with Hector. Among ourselves,
(Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. Give him allowance for the better man,
Ulys. Nestor,

For that will physic the great Myrmidon,
Nest. What says Ulysses ?

Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain, His crest, that prouder, than blue Iris bends.
Be you my time to bring it to some shape. If the dull braiðless Ajax come safe off,
Nest. What is't?

We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail,
Ulys. This 'tis:

Yet go we under our opinion still,
Blunt wedges rive hard knots. The seeded pride, That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
That hath to this maturity blown up

Our project's life this shape of sense assumes,
In raok Achilles, must or now be cropp'd,

Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,

Nest. Ulysses, To overbulk us all.

Now I begin to relish thy advice; Nest. Well, and how ?

And I will give a taste of it forthwith Ulys. This challenge, that the gallant Hector To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. sends,

Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone However it is spread in general name,

Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

(Exeunt. Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance, Whose grossness little characters sum up: And, in the publication, make no strain,

A CT II. But that Achilles, were his brain as barren

SCENE I. -- Another part of the Grecian camp. As banks of Lybia, -- though, Apollo knows,

Enter Ajax and THERSITES. 'Tis dry enough, will with great speed of judg- Ajax. Thersites, ment,

Ther. Agamemnon – how if he had boils? full

, all Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose

over, generally? Pointing on him.

Ajax. Thersites,
Ulys. And wake him to the answer, think you?. Ther. And those boils did run? — Say so,
Nest. Yes,

not the general run then? were not that a botchy
It is most meet; whom may you else oppose, core?
That can from Hector bring those honours off, Ajax. Dog, -
If not Achilles ? Though't be a sportful combat, Ther. Then would come some matter from him; /
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repnte Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear?
With their fin'st palate: and trust to me, Ulysses, Feel then!
Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd

Ther. The plagne of Greece upon thee, thou moz-
In this wild action: for the success,

grel beef-witted lord !
Although particular, shall give a scantling Ajax. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak!
Of good or bad unto the general;

I'll beat thee into handsomeness!
And in snch indexes, although small pricks Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness:
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen but, I think, thy horse will sooner con au oration

, The baby figure of the giant mass

than thou learn a prayer without book. Thoa caur of things to come at large. It is sappos'd, strike, capst thou? a red murrain o'tby jade's He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice, tricks! And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation! Makos merit her election, and doth boil,

Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou strit'st As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid

me thus ? Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,

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Ther, Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think.

Ther. I serve thee not. Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. Ajax. Well, go to, go to! Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, Ther. I serve here voluntary. and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was in the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another. here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Ajax. I say, the proclamation, –

Ther. Even so ? - - a great deal of your wit too lies Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his great-have a great cat

if he knock out either of your ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that brains ; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no thou barkest at him.

Ajax. Mistress Thersites!

Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
Ther. Thou should'st srike him.

Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose
Ajax. Cobloaf!

wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, their toes, - yoke you like draught oxen, and make as a sailor breaks a biscuit.

you plough up the wars. Ajax. You whoreson cur !

(Beating him. Achil. What, what? Ther. Do, do.

Ther. Yes, good sooth; to, Achilles ! to, Ajax! to! Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!

Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue. Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much, as hast no more brain, than I have in mine elbows; an thou, afterwards. assinego may tutor thee: thou scurvy valiant ass! Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace ! thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art Ther. I will hold my peace, when Achilles' brach bought and sold among those of any wit, like a bar-bids me, shall I? barian slave. If thou nse to beat me, I will begin at Achil. There's for you, Patroclus ! thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I thing of no bowels, thoa !

come any more to your tents; I will keep wliere Ajax. You dog!

there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. Ther. You scurvy lord !

[Exit. Ajax. You cur!

[Beating him. Patr. A good riddance. Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; schil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all do, do!

our host, Enter Achilles and PATROCLUS.

That Hector, by the first hour of the sun, Achil. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore do you Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, thus ?

To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? That hath a stomach; and such a ope, that dare Ther. You see him there, do you?

Maintain — I know not what; 'tis trash. Farewell!
Achil. Ay; what's the matter?

Ajax. Farewell! Who shall answer him?
Ther. Nay, look upon him!

Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise,
Achil. So I do. What's the matter?

He knew his man.
Ther. Nay, but regard him well!

Ajax. O, meaning you :— I'll go learn more of it.
Achil. Well, why I do so.

[Exeunt. Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: or, whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.

SCENE JI. — Troy. A room in Priau's palace. Achil. I know that, fool!

Enter Priam, Hector, TROILUS, PARIS, and HELENUS. Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not hinself. Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Ajax. Therefore I beat thee.

Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks;
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit heut- Deliver Helen, and all damage else -
ters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobb’d As honour, loss of time, travel, expence,
his brain, more than he has beat my bones: I will Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is con-
bay nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater sum'd
is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, In hot digestion of this cormorant war,
Achilles, Ajax, — who wears his wit in his belly, and Shall be struck of: - Hector, what say you to't?
his glits in his head, I'll tell you what I say Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks thaul,
of hin.

As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
Achil. What?

Dread Priam,
Ther. I say, this Ajax –

There is no lady of more softer bowels,
Achil. Nay, good Ajax,

More spungy to suck in the sense of fear,
(Ajax offers to strike him, Achilles interposes. More ready to cry out — Who knows what follows ?
Ther. Has not so much wit

Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety, Achil. Nay, I must hold you.

Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d
Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for the beacon of the wise; the tent, that searches
whom he comes to fight.

To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Achil, Peace, fool !

Since the first sword was drawn about this question,
Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes,
fool will not: he there; that he; look you there! Hath' been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours :
Ajar. O thou damned cur! I shall

If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? To guard a thing not ours ; not worth to us,
Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will shame it. Had it our name, the value of one ten;
Patr. Good words, Thersites!

What merit's in that reason, which denies
Achil. What's the quarrel ?

The yielding of her up?
Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenour Tro. Fye, fye, my brother!
of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. Weigh you the worth and honour of a kiog,

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So great as our dread father, in a scale

That in their country did them that disgrace,
Of common ounces? will you with counters sam We fear to warrant in our native place!
The past-proportion of his infinite ?

Cas. (Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
And buckle-in a waist most fathomless,

Pri. What noise? what shriek is this?
With spans and inches so diminutive

Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
As fears and reasons? fye, for godly shame! Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans !
Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,

Hect. It is Cassandra.
You are so empty of them. Should not our father

Enter Cassandra, raving. Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? And I will fill them with prophetic tears. Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother Hect. Peace, sister, peace! priest,

Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled elders, You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,

Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes
You know, an enemy intends you harm;

A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
You know, a sword, employ'd, is perilous, Cry, Trojans, cry! practise vour eyes with tears !
And reason flies the object of all harm:

Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds

Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all. A Grecian and his sword, if he do set

Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe: The very wings of reason to his heels;

Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go! (Erit

. And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,

Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high Or like a star dis-orb’d? - Nay, if we talk of reason, strains Let's shut our gates, and sleep: manhood and honour of divination in our sister work Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their some touches of remorse? or is your blood thoughts

So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect

Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.

Can qualify the same?
Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost Tro. Why, brother Hector,
The holding

We may not think the justness of each act
Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ?

Such and no other than event doth form it; Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; Nor once deject the courage of our minds, It holds its estimate and dignity

Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptares As well wherein 'tis precious of itself

Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel, As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,

Which hath our several honours all engag'd To make the service greater than the god; To make it gracious. For my private part, And the will dotes, that is attributive

I am no more touch'd, than all Priam's soos: To what infectiously itself affects,

And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
Without some image of the affected merit. Such things, as might ofsend the weakest spleen

Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election To fight for and maintain!
Is led on in the conduct of my will;

Par. Else might the world convince of levity
My will epkindled by mine eyes and ears, As well my undertakings, as your connsels:
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores But I attest the gods, your full consent
Of will and judgment: how may I avoid, Gave wings to iny propension, and cut off
Although my will distaste what it elected,

All fears attending on so dire a project.
The wife I chose ? there can be po evasion For what, alas, can these my single arms?
To bleach from this, and to stand firm by honour: What propugnation is in one man's valour,
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, To staud the push and enmity of those
When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
We do not throw in unrespective sieve,

Were I alone to pass the difficulties,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet, And had as ample power as I have will,
Paris should do some veogeance on the Greeks: Paris should ue'er retract what he hath done,
Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; Nor faint in the pursuit.
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, Pri. Paris, you speak
And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir'd; Like one besotted on your sweet delights :
And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive, You have the honey still, but these the gall;
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and fresh- So to be valiant is no praise at all.

Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;
· Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt : But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her.
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, What treason were it to the ransack'd queen,
And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.

Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Now to deliver her possession up
(Aš you must needs, for yon all cry'd - Go, go,) On terms of base compulsion? Can it be,
If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, That so degenerate a strain as this
(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands should once set footing in your generons bosoms?
and cry'd - Inestimable?) why do you now There's not the meancst spirit on our party,
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;

Withont a heart to dare, or sword to draw, And do a deed, chat fortune never did,

When Helen is defended; nor none so noble,
Beggar the estimation which you prized

Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam’d,
Richer than sea and land? O theft most base; Where Helen is the subject : then, I say,
That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! Well may we fight for her, whom, ve, know well,
But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, The world's large spaces cannot parallel.

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