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A LL here my varlet I'll unarrn again. Why lhould I war without.the. Walls of Troy, That find fuch cruel battle here within Each Trojan, that is mailer of his heart, Let him to field; Troilus, alas hath none. Pan. Will this geer ne'er he mended Trot. The Greeks are firong, and {kill'nl to their firength. Fierce to their ikill, and to their fiercenels valiant. But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than Heep, fonder than ignorance Lefs valiant than the virgin in the night, And {kill-leis as unprafiis'd infancy. Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make any farther. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, mu?: needs tarry the grinding. Troi. Have I not tarried Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you muff tarry the boulting. Troi. Have I not tarried P i A 5 Pan.