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Cry Trojans, cry. Cry Trojans. Cry Trojans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with Prophetic tears. Virgins, and Boys; mid-age & wrinkled old, Soft infancy, that nothing can but cry, Add to my clamour: let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come. Cry Trojans cry, practice your eyes with tears, Troy must not be, nor goodly Illion stand, Our firebrand Brother Paris burns us all. Cry Trojans cry, a Helen and a woe; Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Helen go. Farewell: yes, soft: Hector I take my leave; Thou dost thy self, and all our Troy deceive. Where is my brother Hector ? Oh, it's true. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. The gods are deaf to hight and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorred Then spotted Livers in the sacrifice. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold: Vnatme sweet Hector. Lay hold upon him Priam, hold him fast: He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay, Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee, Fallen all together. Oh Priam, yield not to him. Oh farewell, deer Hector : Look how thou diest; look how thy eye turns pale: Look how thy wounds does bleed at many vents: Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out; How poor Andromache shrills her dolour forth; Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless Antics one another meet, And all cry Hector, Hector's dead: Oh Hector !