2IN Troy there lyes the Scene: From Iles of Greece

3The Princes Orgillous, their high blood chaf'd

4Haue to the Port of Athens sent their shippes

5Fraught with the ministers and instruments

6Of cruell Warre: Sixty and nine that wore

7Their Crownets Regall, from th' Athenian bay

8Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made

9To ransacke Troy, within whose strong emures

10The rauish'd Helen, Menelaus Queene,

11With wanton Paris sleepes, and that's the Quarrell.

12To Tenedos they come,

13And the deepe-drawing Barke do there disgorge

14Their warlike frautage: now on Dardan Plaines

15The fresh and yet vnbruised Greekes do pitch

16Their braue Pauillions. Priams six=gated City,

17Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,

18And Antenonidus with massie Staples

19And corresponsiue and fulfilling Bolts

20Stirre vp the Sonnes of Troy.

21Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits,

22On one and other side, Troian and Greeke,

23Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come,

24A Prologue arm'd, but not in confidence

25Of Authors pen, or Actors voyce; but suited

26In like conditions, as our Argument;

27To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play

28Leapes ore the vaunt and firstlings of those broyles,

29Beginning in the middle: starting thence away,

30To what may be digested in a Play:

31Like, or finde fault, do as your pleasures are,

32Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of Warre.