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cause_n	death_n	know_v	life_n	2,879	5	4.5653	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36704	Troilus and Cressida, or, Truth found too late a tragedy, as it is acted at the Dukes Theatre : to which is prefix'd, a preface containing the grounds of criticism in tragedy / written by John Dryden ...	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Troilus and Cressida.	1679 (1679)	Wing D2389; ESTC R4152	72,712	95

Spirit in our party Without a heart to dare or Sword to draw When Hellen is defended none so noble Whose life were ill bestowed or death unfam'd When Helleu is the Subject Priam. So says Paris Like one besotted on e●●eminate joys He has the honey still but these the gall Aeneas He not proposes meerly to himself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it But he wou'd have the stain of Hellen's rape Wip'd off in honourable keeping her Hect. Troilus and Aeneas you have sayd If saying superficiall things be reason But if this Hellen be anothers wife The Morall laws of Nature and of Nation 's Speak loud she be restor'd thus to persist In doing wrong extenuates not wrong But makes it much more so Hectors opinion Is this is in way of truth yet ne'retheless My sprightly Brother I encline to you In resolution to defend her still For 't is cause on which our Trojan honour And common reputation will depend Troil. Why there you touch'd the life of our designe Were it not glory that we covet more Then war and vengeance beasts and womens pleasure I wou●d not wish a drop of Trojan blood Spent more in her defence But oh my Brother She is a subject of renoun and honour And I presume brave Hector wou'd not lose The rich advantage of his future fame For the wide worlds revenew I have business But glad I am to leave you thus resolv'd When such arms strike ne're doubt of the success Aeneas May we not guesse Troil. You may and be deceiv'd Exit Troil. Hect. A woman on my life ev'n so it happens Religion state affairs whater'es the theme It ends in women still Enter Andromache Priam. See here 's your wife To make that maxim good Hect. Welcome Andromache your looks are cheerfull You bring some pleasing news Andro. Nothing that 's serious Your little Son Astyanax has employ'd me As his Ambassadresse Hect. Upon what errand Andro. No less then that his Grandfather this day Would make him Knight he longs to kill a Grecian For shou'd he stay to be a man he thinks You ll kill 'em all and leave no work for him Priam. Your own blood Hector Andro. And therefore he designes to send a challenge To Agamemnon Ajax or Achilles To prove they do not well to burn our fields And keep us coop'd like prisner's in a Town To lead this lazy life Hect. What sparks of honour Fly from this child the God 's speak in him sure It shall be so I 'le do 't Priam. What means my Son Hect. To send a challenge to the boldest Greek Is not that Country ours those fruitfull Fields Wash'd by yo● Silver flood are they not ours Those teeming Vines that tempt our longing eyes Shall we behold e'm shall we call e'm ours And date not make e'm so by Heavens I 'le know Which of these haughty Grecians dares to think He can keep Hector prisner here in Troy Priam. If Hector only were a private Man This wou'd be courage but in him 't is madness The generall safety on your life depends And sho●'d you perish in this rash attempt Troy with a groan would feel her Soul go out And breath her last in you Aeneas The task you undertake is hazardous Suppose you win what wou'd the profit be If Ajax or Achilles fell beneath Your thundring Arm wou'd all the rest depart Wou'd Agamemnon or his injur'd Brother Set sayl for this then it were worth your danger But as it is we throw our utmost stake Against whole heaps of theirs Priam. He tells you true Aeneas Suppose one Ajax or Achilles lost They can repair with more that single lose Troy has but one one Hector Hect. No Aeneas What then art thou and what is Troilus What will Astyanax be Priam. An Hector one day But you must let him live to be a Hector And who shall make him such when you are gone Who shall inst●nct his tenderness in arms Or give his childhood lessons of the war Who shall defend the promise of his youth And make it bear in Manhood the young Sappling Is shrowded long beneath the Mother tree Before it be transplanted from its Earth And trust it self for growth Hect. Alas my Father You have not drawn one reason from yourself But publick safety and my Sons green years In this neglecting that main argument Trust me you chide my filiall piety As if I cou'd be won from my resolves By Troy or by my Son or any name More dear to me than yours Praim I did not name my self because I know When thou art gone I need no Grecian Sword To help me dye but only Hectors loss Daughter why speak not you why stand you silent Have you no right in Hector as a wife Andro. I would be worthy to be Hectors wife And had I been a Man as my Soul's one I had aspir'd a nobler name his friend How I love Hector need I say I love him I am not but in him But when I see him arming for his Honour His Country and his Gods that martial fire That mounts his courage kindles ev'n to me And when the Trojan Matrons wait him out With pray'rs and meet with blessings his return The pride of Virtue beats within my breast To wipe away the sweat and dust of War And dress my Heroe glorious in his wounds Hect. Come to my Arms thou manlier Virtue come Thou better Name than wife wou'dst thou not blush Embrace To hug a coward thus Priam. Yet still I fear Andro. There spoke a woman pardon Royal Sir Has he not met a thousand lifted Swords Of thick rank'd Grecians and shall one affright him There 's not a day but he encounters Armles And yet as safe as if the broad brim'd Shield That Pallas wears were held 'twixt him and death Hect. Thou knowst me well and thou shalt praise me more Gods make me worthy of thee Andro. You shall be My Knight this day you fhall not wear a cause So black as Hellens rape upon your breast Let Paris fight for Hellen guilt for guilt But when you fight for Honour and for me Then let our equal Gods behold an Act They may not blush to Crown Hect. Aeneas go And bear my Challenge to the Grecian Camp If there be one amongst the best of Greece Who holds his honour higher then his ea●e Who knows his valour and knows not his fear Who loves his Mistress more then in confession And dares avow her beauty and her worth In other Arms then hers to him this Challenge I have a Lady of more truth and beauty Then ever Greek did compass in his arms And will to morrow with the Trumpets call Mid-way between their Tents and these our Walls Maintains what I have said if any come My Sword shall honour him if none shall dare Then shall I say at my return to Troy The Grecian dames are Sun-burnt and not worth The splinter of a Lance. Aeneas It shall be told 'em As