The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Hect._ Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost[1342]
The holding.[1342]
_Tro._ What's aught, but as 'tis valued?[1343]
_Hect._ But value dwells not in particular will;
It holds his estimate and dignity[1344]
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself 55
As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry[1345]
To make the service greater than the god;[1346]
And the will dotes, that is attributive[1347]
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without some image of the affected merit.[1348] 60
_Tro._ I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will;
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears.[1349]
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores[1350]
Of will and judgement: how may I avoid,[1351] 65
Although my will distaste what it elected,[1351]
The wife I chose? there can be no evasion[1351][1352]
To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour.
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant
When we have soil'd them, nor the remainder viands[1353] 70
We do not throw in unrespective sieve,[1354]
Because we now are full. It was thought meet[1355]
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks:
Your breath of full consent bellied his sails;[1356]
The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce, 75
And did him service: he touch'd the ports desired;
And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness
Wrinkles Apollo's and makes stale the morning.[1357]
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: 80
Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl,
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships,
And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.
If you'll avouch 'twas wisdom Paris went,
As you must needs, for you all cried 'Go, go,' 85
If you'll confess he brought home noble prize,[1358]
As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands
And cried 'Inestimable!' why do you now
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,[1359]
And do a deed that Fortune never did,[1360] 90
Beggar the estimation which you prized
Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base,
That we have stol'n what we do fear to keep![1361]
But thieves unworthy of a thing so stol'n,[1362]
That in their country did them that disgrace[1363] 95
We fear to warrant in our native place!
_Cas._ [_Within_] Cry, Trojans, cry![1364][1365]
_Pri._ What noise? what shriek is this?
_Tro._ 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
_Cas._ [_Within_] Cry, Trojans![1365]
_Hect._ It is Cassandra. 100
_Enter_ CASSANDRA, _raving, with her hair about her ears_.[1366]
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