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Surety secure; but modeft Doubt is called
The beacon of the wise; the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst. Let Helen go.
Since the first fword was drawn about this question,
Every tithe foul 'mongst many thousand dismes.
Hath been as dcar as Helen : I mean, of ours.
If we have lost so many tenths of ours
To guard a thing not ours, not worth to us :
(Had it our name) the value of one ten ;
What merit's in that reason which denies
The yielding of her up?

Troi. Fy, fy, my brother:
Weigh you the worth and honour of a King
(So great as our dread father) in a scale
Of common ounces? will you with counters sum
The vast proportion of his infinite?
And buckle in a waste most fathomless,
With fpans and inches fo diminutive
As fears and reasons? fy, for godly shame! [fons,

Heli No marvel though you bite so sharp at reaYou are fo empty of them. Should not our father Bear the great fway of his affairs with reasons, Because your speech hath none that tells him so? Troi. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest,

{reasons. You fur your gloves with reafons. You know an enemy intends you harm; You know a sword employed is perilous;

Here are your

peace is too much fecurity; the opinion of our being least in danger. Therefore, as our Author fays in Hamlet ;

Be wary then; best lafety lyes in fear. Velleius Paterculus, speaking of Arminius's treachery, has. left us a sentiment that might very well have given rise to our Author's. Hrud imprudenter Speculatus, neminem celeriùs. opprimi, quàm qui nihil ti meret; et frequentiffimum initium eje caq lamitatis securitatem.

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And reason flies the object of all harm.
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels,
And fy like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star diforbed !---Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates, and fleep: manhood and honour
Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat their

With this crammed reason : reason and respect
Makes livers pale, and lustyhood deject.

Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost
The holding.

Troi. What is aught, but as 'tis valued?

Heit. 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 irifectiously itself affects,
Without some image of th' affected merit.
Troi. I take to-day a wife, and my

Is led on in the conduct of

my will; My will enkindled by mine eyes


ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous fhores Of Will and Judgment; how may I avoid (Although my will distaste 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 folks


the merchant,
When we have spoiled them; nor th’remainder
We do not throw in unrespective place,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet
Paris 1hould do fome vengeance on the Greeks:
Your breath of full consent bellied his fails;

[viands The feas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, And did him service: he touched the ports desired; And for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive, He brought a Grecian Queen, wiose youth and

freshness Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the morning. (19) Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: Is the worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, Whole price hath launched above a thousand ships, And turned crowned kings to merchants If you'll avouch, '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 clapped your hands, And cry'd, inestimable!) why do you now The illue of your proper wisdoms rate, And do a deed that Fortune never did, Beggar that estimation which you prized Richer than sea and land 0 theft inost base! That we have stolen what we do fear to keep ! But thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, (19) --wh fe youth and freshness

Hirinkles Apollo's, and muke pale ike morning.] This is only Mr Pope's reading; all the other editions have jiule which seems the Poct's antithcfis to freshness. So in his Winter's Tale;

to shall I do
To the frebell things now reigning, and make me

The glistring of this prefent. This old aunt, who is only hinted at by our Poet, is Hefione, the daughter of Laomedon, and lister of Priam. She was borne away captive to Greece hy Hercules, when be lacked Troy; and was given to Telamon's bed, by whom the bore Tencer.----Spenter mentions her fubduing Telamon to her charms, in his version of Virgii's Gnat:

For the cue was ravished of his own bond-maid,

The fair Ixione, captived from Troy. For here we must read Helione. The particulars of her story are to be found in Hyginus's eighty-ninth fable.

Who in their country did them that disgrace,
We fear to warrant in our native place!

Gaf. [within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
Pri. What noise? what shriek is this?
Troi. 'Tis our mad fifter, I do know her voice.
Caf. [within. ] Cry, Trojans !
Hect. It is Cassandra.
Enter CASSANDRA, with her hair about her ears.

Caf.Cry, Trojans, cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with prophetic tears.

Heft. Peace, fifter, peace.

Caf. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled old, Soft infancy, that nothing can but 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 else let Helen go. [Exit.

Helt. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high Of Divination in our sister work

[strains Some touches of remorse? Or is


So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Can qualify the same?

Troi. Why, brother Hector,
We may not think the juftness of each act
Such and no other than event doth fornı it;
Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Because Caflandra's mad; her brain-fick raptures
Cannot diftalte the goodness of a quarrel,
Which hath our several honours all engaged
To make it gracious. For my private part,
I am no more touched than all Priam's fons;

Vol. XI.


And, Jove forbid! there should be done amongst is 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 propenfion, and cut off
All tears attending on so 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 ulone to pass the difficulties,
And had as ample power as I have will,
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 ftill, but these the gall;
So, to be valiant, is no praise at all.

Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
The pleafures such a beauty brings with it:
But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Wiped off, in honourable keeping her.
What treason were it to the rantacked Queen,
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
Now to deliver her possession up,
On terms of base compulsion ? can it be
That so degenerate a strain as this
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
There's not the ineanelt spirit on our party,
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,
When Helen is defended : none fo noble,
Whose lite were ill bestowed, or death unfamed,
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.

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