And now againe towards the towne return’d:
How many times did force and fury swell
In Hectors veines egging him to the spoile
Of conquer’d foes, which at his blowes did flie,
As fearfull shepe at feared wolues approche:
To saue (in vaine: for why? it would not be)
Pore walles of Troie from aduersaries rage,
Who died them in bloud, and cast to ground
Heap’d them with bloudie burning carcases.
No, Madame, thinke, that if the ancient crowne