_Cas._ Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,[1367] And I will fill them with prophetic tears. _Hect._ Peace, sister, peace! _Cas._ Virgins and boys, mid age and wrinkled old,[1368] Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,[1369] 105 Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes[1370] A moiety of that mass of moan to come. Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears! Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand; Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all. 110 Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe: Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [_Exit._ _Hect._ Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains[1371] Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse? or is your blood 115 So madly hot that no discourse of reason, Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause, Can qualify the same? _Tro._ Why, brother Hector, We may not think the justness of each act[1372] Such and no other than event doth form it; 120 Nor once deject the courage of our minds, Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel Which hath our several honours all engaged To make it gracious. For my private part, 125 I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons:[1373] And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us Such things as might offend the weakest spleen To fight for and maintain! _Par._ Else might the world convince of levity[1374] 130 As well my undertakings as your counsels:[1375] But I attest the gods, your full consent[1376] Gave wings to my propension and cut off All fears attending on so dire a project. For what, alas, can these my single arms? 135 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[1377] And had as ample power as I have will, 140 Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done, Nor faint in the pursuit. _Pri._ 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. 145