_Enter_ PRIAM, HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, _and_ HELENUS. _Pri._ After so many hours, lives, speeches spent,[1314] Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: 'Deliver Helen, and all damage else,[1315] As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,[1316] Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consumed 5 In hot digestion of this cormorant war,[1317] Shall be struck off.' Hector, what say you to't?[1318] _Hect._ Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I As far as toucheth my particular,[1319][1320] Yet, dread Priam,[1319] 10 There is no lady of more softer bowels,[1321] More spongy to suck in the sense of fear, More ready to cry out 'Who knows what follows?' Than Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,[1322][1323] Surety secure: but modest doubt is call'd[1323] 15 The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go.[1324] Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes, Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: 20 If we have lost so many tenths of ours, To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us,[1325] Had it our name, the value of one ten,[1326] What merit's in that reason which denies[1327] The yielding of her up? _Tro._ Fie, fie, my brother! 25 Weigh you the worth and honour of a king,[1328] So great as our dread father, in a scale[1329] Of common ounces? will you with counters sum The past proportion of his infinite?[1330] And buckle in a waist most fathomless[1331] 30 With spans and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame![1332] _Hel._ No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,[1333] You are so empty of them. Should not our father[1334] Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,[1335] 35 Because your speech hath none that tells him so?[1336] _Tro._ You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest; You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons:[1337] You know an enemy intends you harm; You know a sword employ'd is perilous, 40 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 fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,[1338] 45 Or like a star disorb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason,[1338] Let's shut our gates, and sleep: manhood and honour[1339] Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts[1340] With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Make livers pale and lustihood deject.[1341] 50