"Troilus and Cressida" Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare

Cassandra: Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe;

Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.

Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!

Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;

Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.

Troilus: We may not think the justness of each act

Such and no other than event doth form it;

Nor once deject the courage of our minds

Because Cassandra's mad; her brainsick raptures

Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel,

Which hath our several honours all engaged

To make it gracious.

Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.Paris, burns us all.