“And then, my Englishman!”
CHAPTER XXVI.
BEAUTIFUL PARIS, EVIL-HEARTED PARIS.
What! wouldst thou force me to thine evil will,
And bear me far away in benchèd ships,
A second Helen to a second Troy,
Whose flight would raise a second ten years’ war?
Nay, sir! the gods are dead! and not in me
Beholdest thou proud Aphrodite’s slave.
My judgment’s as I will, and uncontrolled
By Venus, who would fain bestow on thee