Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Now youthful Troylus, 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, Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, Can qualify the same? Why brother Hector, We may not think the justness of each act Such, and no other than event doth form it, Nor once deject the courage of our minds, Because Cassandra's mad, her brainsick raptures Cannot distaste 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 sons: And Ioue forbid there should be done amongst us, Such things as might offend the weakest spleen, To fight for and maintain. Else 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 propension, and cut off All fears 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 alone to pass the difficulties, And had as ample power, as I have will, Paris should near retract, what he hath done, Nor faint in the pursuit, Paris you speak Like one besotted on your sweet delights, You have the honey still, but these the gall, So to be valiant, is no praise at all. Sir, I propose not merely to myself, The pleasures such a beauty brings with it, But I would have the soil of her fair rape, Wiped of in honourable keeping her, What treason were it to the ransacked 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 meanest spirit on our party, Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, When Helen is defended: nor none so noble, Whose life were ill bestowed, or death unfamed, Where Helen is the subject. Then I say, Well may we fight for her, whom we know well, The world's large spaces cannot parallel. Paris and Troylus, you have both said well, And on the cause and question now in hand, Have glozd, but superficially, not much Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Unfit to here moral Philosophy; The reasons you allege, do more conduce To the hot passion of distempered blood, Then to make up a free determination Twixt right and wrong: for pleasure and revenge, Have ears more deaf than Adders to the voice Of any true decision, Nature craves All dues be rendered to their owners, Now What nearer debt in all humanity,
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Now youthfull Trylus, do not these high straines Of diuination in our Sster, worke Some touches of remorse? or is your bloud So madly hot, that no discourse of reason, Nor feare of bad uccesse in a bad caue, Cn qualifie the same? Why brother Hector, We may not thinke the iustnesse of each act Such, and no other then euent doth forme it, Nor once deiect the courage of our mindes, Because Cassandra's madde, her brain-sick raptures Cannot distast the goodnesse of a quarrell, Which hath our seuerall honors all engag'd, To make it gratious. For my priuate part, I am no more toucht then all Priams sonnes: And Ioue forbid there should be done amongst vs, Such things as might offend the weakest spleene, To fight for and maintaine. Else might the world conuince of leuitie, As well my vnder-takings as you counsells, But I attest the gods, your full consent, Gaue wings to my propension, and cut off All eares attending on so dire a protect, For what (alas) can these my single armes? What propugnation is in one mans valour To stnd the push and enmitie of those This quarrell woud excte? Yet I protest Wee I alone to passe the difficulties, And had as ample power, as I haue will, Paris should nere etract, what he hath done, Nor faint in the pursuite, Paris you speake Like one be-sotted on your sweet delights, You haue the hony still, but these the gall, So to be valiant, is no praise at all. Sir, I propose not meerly to my selfe, The plasures such a beautie brings with it, But I would haue the soile of her faite rape, Wip't of in honorable keeping her, What reason were it to the ansackt queene, Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me▪ Now to deliuer her possssin vp On tearmes of base compulsion? can it be, That so degenerate a straine as this, Should once set footing in your generous bosomes? There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Without a heart to dare, or sword to drawe, When Helen is defended: nor none so noble, Whose life were ill bestowd, or death vnfam'd, Where Helen is the subiect. Then I say, Well may we fight for her, whom we know well, The worlds large spaces cannot paralell. Paris and Troyls, you haue both said well, And on the cause and question now in hand, Haue glod, but superficially, not much Vnlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Vnfit to heere Mrrall Philosophie; The reasons you alleadge, do more condue To the hot passion of distempred blood, Then to make vp a free detemination Twixt right and wrong: for pleasure and reuenge, Haue eares more deafe then Adders to the voyce Of any true decision, Nature craues All dues be rendered to their owners, Now What neerer debt in all humanitie,