Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will. But now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whofe was it?

Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by her felf, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor'ft it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not ---I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then farewel,

Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You shall not go ;---- one cannot speak a word,

But it straight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come: O Jove!---do, come: --- I fhall be plagu'd.

Dio. Farewell 'till then.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee come.

Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
But with my heart the other doth fee ---

eye

Ah poor our sex; this fault in us I find,

The error of our eye directs our mind.

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[Exit.

What error leads, must err: O then conclude,

Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

SCENE V.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more;

Unless the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulys.

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Ulys. Why stay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was spoke:
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obftinately strong,
That doth invert that teft of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Crefid here?

Uly. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not fure.

Ulys. Moft fure fhe was.

Troi. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.
Ulys. Nor mine, my lord: Creffid was here but now.
Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood!

Think we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn criticks, apt without a theme

For depravation, to fquare all the sex

By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid.

Uly. What hath fhe done, Prince, that can foil our mothers?

Troi, Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes?

Troi. This he? no, this is Diomede's Creffida.

If beauty have a foul, this is not she:

If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,

If fanctimony be the gods delight,

If there be rule in unity it self,

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!

That cause sets up with and against thy self!

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By-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, loss affume all reason
Without revolt. This is, and is not Creffid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the sky and earth,
And yet the spacious breadth of this divifion
Admits no orifice for a point as fubtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance! ftrong as Pluto's gates;
Crefid is mine, tied with the bonds of heav'n:
Instance, O instance! strong as heav'n it felf,
The bonds of heav'n are flip'd, diffolv'd and loos'd,
And with another knot five-finger-tied :

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greafie reliques ·
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.

Ulys. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion doth exprefs?

Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well;
In characters, as red as Mars his heart

Inflam'd with Venus ---- ne'er did young man fancy
With fo eternal, and fo fix'd a foul-

♫ Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomede.

That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm:
Were it a cask compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My fword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which fhip-men do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mass by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than fhall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomede.

By foul authority.

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a finger

Ther.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,

And they'll feem glorious.

Ulys. O contain your self:

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Enter Eneas.

Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy.

Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home,

Troi. Have with you, prince; my courteous lord adieu. Farewel, revolted fair: and, Diomede,

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head.

Uly. I'll bring you to the gates.
Troi. Accept diftracted thanks.

[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulyffes. Ther. Would I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven: I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, ftill wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them!

SCENE VI.

TROY

Enter Hector and Andromache.

(Exit.

And. W To stop his ears against admonishment?

HEN was my lord so much ungently temper'd,

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

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Hect.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone.
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.

Ant. My dreams will fure prove ominous to-day.
Hect. No more, I say.

Enter Caffandra.

Caf. Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent:
Confort with me in loud and dear petition;
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt

Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of flaughter.
Caf. O, 'tis true.

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found.

Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, fweet brother.
Hect. Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me fwear.
Caf. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr❜d
Than spotted livers in the facrifice.

And. O be perfwaded, do not count it holy,

To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful
For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm, fweet Hector

Hect. Hold you still, I fay;

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate;
Life every man holds dear, but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.

How now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to-day?

And.