XXXVIII

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XXXVIII

No one the contrary will urge,

Though for his Helen Menelaus

Again a century should scourge

Us, and like Trojan warriors slay us;

Though around honoured Priam’s throne

Troy’s sages should in concert own

Once more, when she appeared in sight,

Paris and Menelaus right.

But as to fighting⁠—’twill appear!

For patience, reader, I must plead!

A little farther please to read

And be not in advance severe.

There’ll be a fight. I do not lie.

My word of honour given have I.