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Printed in the YEAR 1709

PROLOGUE

IN Troy, there lyes the Scene: From Ifles of Greece
The Princes Orgillons, their high Blood chaf'd,
Have to the Port of Athens fent their Ships,
Fraught with the Minifters and Inftruments
Of Cruel War: Sixty and nine that wore
Their Crownets Regal, from th' Athenian Bay
Put forth toward Phrygia, and their Vow is made
To ranfack Troy, within whose ftrong Immures,
The ravif'd Helen, Menelaus Queen,

With wanton Paris fleeps, and that's the Quarrel.
To Tenedos they come,

And the deep-drawing Barks do there difgorge
Their warlike Fraughtage: Now on Dardan Plains,
The fresh and yet unbruifed Greeks, do pitch
Their brave Pavillions. Priam's fix-gated City,
Dardan, and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,
And Antenonidus, with maffy Staples,
And correfponfive and fulfilling Bolts,
Stir up the Sons of Troy.

Now Expectation tickling skittish Spirits,
On one and other fide, Trojan and Greek,
Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come
A Prologue arm'd, but not in confidence
Of Author's Pen, or Actor's Voice; but fuited
In like Conditions, as our Argument ;
To tell you (fair Beholders) that our Play
Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of thofe Broils,
Beginning in the middle : ftarting thence away,
To what may be digefted in a Play:

Like, or find fault, do as your Pleasures are,
Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of War.

Helen, Wife to Menelaus, in Love with Paris. Andromache, Wife to Hector.

·Creffida, Daughter to Calchas, in Love with

Troilus.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with other Attendants

SCENE Troy and the Grecian Camp.

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ACTI. SCENE I.

SCENE Troy.

Enter Pandarus and Troilus.

TROILUS.

ALL here my Varlet, I'll unarm again.
Why should I war without the Walls of
Troy,

That find fuch cruel Battel here within?

Eich Trojan that is Master of his Heart,

Let him to Field, Troilus alas hath none.

Pan. Will this Geer ne'er be mended?

Troi. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their ftrength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenefs valiant:

But I am weaker than a Woman's Tear,
Tamer than Sleep, fonder than Ignorance;
Less valiant than the Virgin in the Night,
And skillefs as unpractis'd Infancy.
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