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ACT IV.

SCENE I. Troy. · A Street,

Enter, at one side, Æneas and Servant, with a

Torch; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, AN-
TENOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, with torches.
Par. See, ho! who's that there?
Dei.

'Tis the lord Æneas.
Æne. Is the prince there in person ?-
Had I so good occasion to lie long,
As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company,
Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord

Æneas,
Par, A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand:
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.
Æne.

Health to you, valiant sir,
During all question? of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute,

Dio.. The one and other Diomed embraces. Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health : But when contention and occasion meet, By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, With all my force, pursuit, and policy.

Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly

2 Conversation.

With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in such a sort,
The thing he means to kill more excellently.

Dio. We sympathize :--Jove, let Æneas, live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow!

Æne. We know each other well.
Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse.

Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.-
What business, lord, so early?
Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know

not. Par. His purpose meets you ; 'Twas to bring this

Greek To Calchas' house; and there to render him, For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: Let's have your company; or, if you please, Haste there before us : 1 constantly do think, (Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge,) My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, With the whole quality wherefore : I fear, We shall be much unwelcome. Æne.

That I assure you ; Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Than Cressid borne from Troy. Par.

There is no help;

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The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.
Æne. Good morrow,
all.

[Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me

true,
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Myself, or Menelaus ?
Dio.

Both alike :
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her
(Not making any scruple of her soilure,)
With such a hell of pain, and world of charge ;
And you as well to keep her, that defend her
(Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends :
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors :
Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.

Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris, For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slain : since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath, As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.

Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy : But we in silence hold this virtue well,

We'll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same,

Court before the House of Pandarus.

Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.
Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold,
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle

down;
He shall unbolt the gates.
Tro.

Trouble him pot;
To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
- As infants' empty of all thought!
Cres.

Good morrow then.
Tro. 'Prythee now, to bed.
Cres.

Are you aweary

of me? Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald3 crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres.

Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights

she stays,

As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love,
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Cres.

Prythee, tarry ;

3 Lewd, noisy.

You men will never tarry.
O foolish Cressid !-I might have still held off,
And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's

one up.

Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors open here? Tro. It is your uncle.

Enter PAN DARUS. Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mock

ing : I shall have such a life,

Pan. How now, how now ? how go maidenheads ? Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid ? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking

uncle ! You bring me to do, 4 and then

you

flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what ?- let her say what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrews your heart! you'll

ne'er be good, Nor suffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia !6 -hast not slept to-night? would he nat, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!

[Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you ?-?would he were knock'd

o'the head! Who's that at door ? good uncle, go and see My lord, come you again into my chamber :

5 111 betide.

4 To do is here used in a wanton sense.

6 An Italian word for poor fool !

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