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The PrologueIn Troy there lies the scene. From isles of Greece The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made To ransack Troy, withih whose stróng immures The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus* queeri, With wanton Paris sleeps; and that 's the quarreL To Tenedos they come; And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage: now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, Dardan, and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien, And Antenorides, with massy staples, And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts, Sperr up the sons of Troy. Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard : and hither am I come A prologue arm'd, but not in confidence Of author's pen or actor's voice, but suited In like conditions as our argument, To teli you, fair beholders, that our play Leaps o'er the vaunt and árstlings of those broilt, III* I55i