Which wilt thou first give thanks for? all are thine. [Pg 18] [Pg 18] PRAXITHEA. What first they give who give this city good, For that first given to save it I give thanks First, and thanks heartier from a happier tongue, 320 More than for any my peculiar grace Shown me and not my country; next for this, That none of all these but for all these I Must bear my burden, and no eye but mine Weep of all women's in this broad land born Who see their land's deliverance; but much more, But most for this I thank them most of all, That this their edge of doom is chosen to pierce My heart and not my country's; for the sword Drawn to smite there and sharpened for such stroke 330 Should wound more deep than any turned on me.