The Greeks and Trojans Warres.
Causd by that wanton Trojan Knight Sir Paris
Who ravishes Hellen and her to Troy carries
The Greeks in revenge (and to fetch her again)
A mighty great Army do quickly ordain.
Imagine you see them besiedging old Troy,
Which after ten years they at th last destroy,
With a fit Allusion, before the Conclusion.
Tune is, A Conscionable Caveat.
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OF Greece and Troy I shall you tell
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What cruel wars betwixt them fel
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Paris he was Author of the fame,
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For plundering of the Grecian Dame,
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He ravishd her
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and he brought her unto Troy
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this you know
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but that short measure
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of fond pleasure,
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Causd great Il[l]iums overthrow.
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For when the Grecians heard the same,
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Their hearts with ire began to flame,
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They counsel took and did decree,
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To raise an Army spaedily,
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to fetch that peece
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fair Hellen of Greece
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back again,
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or else the gallant
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Grecians valiant
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By the Trojans must be slain.
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Achilles he was in disguise
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When first he heard of this enterprize
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He Lady-like with a Lady lay
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Until her belly did them both bewray
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away fond Lass
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for I from hence must pass,
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unto Troy
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but her note still is
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deer Achilles
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Stay with me my only Joy.
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Wilt thou be gone and leave me so
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Unto the Trojans wars to go
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If thou with me wilt stay behind
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Here thou shalt entertainment finde,
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fond fool avoid
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for I must be imployd
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out of hand
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for the inraged
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Greeks ingaged
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All march under my command,
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My deer Achilles then said she,
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Alas what shall become of me?
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My heart thy love hath set on fire
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I gave to thee what thou didst desire
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vaunt foolish girle,
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bright honour is the pearl
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I must seek
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wanton courting,
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idle sporting
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Fits not now a valiant Greek.
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Thou knowest sweet-heart I am with child,
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Thy flattering tongue hath me beguild
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Why then from me wilt thou depart
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And leave my breast without a heart?
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cease Complement,
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for now my mind is bent
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oth[e]r waies
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such injoyment
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is implorment
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Fit for idle peaceful daies
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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ULisses would seem mad cause he
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Would stay with his Penelope,
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But no illusions must take place.
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Though millions dye for one fair face
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it shall be seen
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their Lacedemons Queen,
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whom that Boy
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violated
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shall be rated
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At the price of Greece or Troy.
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If Sir saith she, one face hath force
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To raise so many foot and horse
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Why may not mine praisd oft by you
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Have power to keep what is my due?
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plead not thy face
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thers difference in the case
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very great
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our monarchal
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light were dark all
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Should we wink at this defeat
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Let noble Britains notice take
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Of this allusion which ile make
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Imagine all the power of Greece
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To fetch great Agamemnons Neece
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are sacking Troy
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which they at last destroy
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utterly
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they will fetch her,
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from her Letcher
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By all this extremity.
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Ireland is our Hellen fair
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Ravishd from us through want of care
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The Paris that hath done this rape
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Is fond security (that ape)
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as now you hear,
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Achilles with his Dear
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will not stay
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if Mars summon
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no fond woman
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Can a Souldiers soul betray.
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So let brave English Souldiers seek
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For president that gallant Greek
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Lets leave our toies which slaves re-tard
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And to our honour have regard
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Ireland doth shake
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our honour at the stake
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lies ingaged
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tis our Hellen
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stoln by villen
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Fall on him like Greeks inraged.
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Let all home-bred strife alone
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And as the Greeks all joynd in one
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Their loss and honour to repair
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Let their example be our care
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and never leave
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until that we receive
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for our pains
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death or honour
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when whave won her.
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We shall find sufficient gains.
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