The Greeks and Trojans Wars.
Caused by that Wanton 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 Caviat.
Of
Greece and
Troy I shall you tell,
What cruel Wars betwixt them fell;
Paris was Author of the same,
For plundring of the
Grecian Dame:
he ravisht her,
and to
Troy brought her,
this you know,
but that short measure,
of fond pleasure,
Caus'd great
Ilimus overthrow.
For when the
Grecians heard the same,
Their hearts with ire began to flame;
They counsel took and did decree,
To raise an Army speedily,
to fetch that peecs.
fair
Hellen of
Greece,
back again:
or else the gallant,
Grecians valiant,
By the
Tr
[...]jans must b
[...]in.
Achilles he was in disguise,
When first he heard of this enterprize;
He Lady like, with a Lady lay,
Until her belly did them both bewray;
away fond Lass,
for I from hence must pass,
unto
Troy:
but her note still is,
dear
Achilles,
Stay with me my only joy.
While thou be gone and leave me so,
Unto the
Trojan Wars to go,
If thou with me wilt stay behind,
Here thou shalt entertainment find,
fond fool avoid,
for I must be imploy'd,
out of hand:
for the inraged,
Greeks ingaged,
All march under my command.
The second Part,
to the same Tune.
Troy
MY dear
Achilles, then said she,
Alas, what shall become of me;
My heart thy love hath set on fire,
I gave to thee what thou didst desire?
vaunt foolish Girl,
bright honour is the pearl
I must seek:
wanton courting,
idle sporting,
Fits not now a valiant Greek.
Thou knowst Sweet-heart I am with child,
Thy flattering tongue hath me beguil'd;
Why then from me wilt thou depart,
And leave my breast without a heart:
cease complement,
for now my mind is bent
other ways:
such enjoyment
is imployment,
Fit for sole peaceful days.
Ulisses would seem mad cause he
Would stay with his
Penelope:
But no illusions must take place,
Though millions die for one fair face;
it shall be séen,
their Lacedemons Quéen,
whom that Boy
violated,
shall be rated
At the price of
Greece or
Troy.
If Sir (said she) one face hath force
To raise so many foot and horse;
Why may not mine, prais
[...]d oft by you,
Have power to keep what is my due?
plead not thy face,
their's difference in the case
very great?
our Monarchal
light, were dark all,
Should we wink at this defeat,
Let noble
Brittains notice take,
Of this allusion which i'le make:
Imagine all the power of
Greece,
To fetch great
Agamemnons Neece:
are sacking
Troy,
which they at last destroy
utterly:
they will fetch her,
from her Letcher
By all this extreamity.
Ireland is our
Hellen fair.
Ravisht from us, through want of care;
The
Paris that hath done this rape,
Is fond security (that Ape)
as now you hear,
Achilles with his dear
will not stay:
If
Mars summon,
no fond Woman
Can a Souldiers soul betray.
So let brave English Souldiers seek,
For President that gallant
Greek,
Let's leave our toys, which slaves retard,
And to our honour have regard:
Ireland doth shake
our honour at the stake
lies ingaged:
'tis our Heilen
stoln by a Villain,
Fall on him like Greeks inrag'd,
Let all home-bred strife alone,
And as the Greeks all joyn'd in one,
Their loss and honour to repair,
Let their examples be our care,
and never leave,
until that we receive
for our pains,
death or honour,
when we have won her,
We shall find sufficent gains.
FINIS.
Printed for F. Coles, T. VeWright, and I. Clarke.