corresponsive

In Troy there lies the scene . From isles of Greece
The princes orgulous , their high blood chafed ,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships
Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Of cruel war . Sixty and nine , that wore
Their crownets regal , from th’ Athenian bay
Put forth toward Phrygia , and their vow is made
To ransack Troy , within whose strong immures
The ravished Helen , Menelaus’ queen ,
With wanton Paris sleeps ; and that’s the quarrel .
To Tenedos they come ,
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Their warlike fraughtage . Now on Dardan plains
The fresh and yet unbruisèd Greeks do pitch
Their brave pavilions . Priam’s six-gated city —
Dardan and Timbria , Helias , Chetas , Troien ,
And Antenorides — with massy staples
And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts ,
Spar up the sons of Troy .
Now expectation , tickling skittish spirits
On one and other side , Trojan and Greek ,
Sets all on hazard . And hither am I come ,
A prologue armed , but not in confidence
Of author’s pen or actor’s voice , but suited
In like conditions as our argument ,
To tell you , fair beholders , that our play
Leaps o’er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils ,
Beginning in the middle , starting thence away
To what may be digested in a play .
Like , or find fault ; do as your pleasures are .
Now , good or bad , ’tis but the chance of war .