ACT IV. SCENE I TROY. Enter at one door Eneas with a torch; at another, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomede with torches. S PARIS. EE ho, who is that there? Dei. It is the lord Æneas. Ene. Is the prince there in person? Had I fo good occafion to lie long, As you, prince Paris, nought but heav'nly businefs Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Dio. That's my mind too: good-morrow, lord Æneas. You told, how Diomede a whole week, by days Ene. 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 th'other Diomede embraces. By Jove I'll play the hunter for thy life, Ene. And thou fhalt hunt a lion that will flie Welcome Welcome to Troy ---- now by Anchises' life, With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow. Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Ene. I was fent for to the king; but why, I know not. (For the enfree'd Antenor) the fair Creffid. Ene. That affure you. Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece, Than Creffid born from Troy. Par. There is no help; The bitter difpofition of the time Will have it fo. On, lord, we'll follow you. Ene. Good morrow all. Par. And tell me, noble Diomede; tell me true, K 2 [Exit. Even Ev'n in the foul of good found fellowship, Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen moft? Dio. Both alike. He merits well to have her that doth seek her, Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman. A Grecian's life hath funk; for every scruple A Trojan hath been flain. Since she could speak, [Exeunt. SCENE Enter Troilus and Creffida. · Troi. Dear, trouble not your self; the morn is cold. Cre. Then, fweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down: He shall unbolt the gates. Troi. Trouble him not To bed, to bed ---- fleep seal those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy fenfes, Cre. Good-morrow then. Troi. I pr'ythee now to bed. Cre. Are you a weary of me? Troi. O Creffida! but that the bufie day, Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cre. Night hath been too brief. Troi. Befhrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays Tedious as hell; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary-swift than thought: You will catch cold, and curse me. Cre. Pr'ythee tarry---you men will never tarry Enter Pandarus. Cre. A peftilence on him; now will he be mocking; I fhall have fuch a life Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden-heads? Hear you maid; where's my cousin Creffid? Cre. Cre. Go hang your felf, you naughty mocking uncle: You bring me to do and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what? let her fay what: What have I brought you to do? Cre. Come come, befhrew your heart; you'll ne'er be good; nor fuffer others. Pan. Ha, ha! alas poor wretch; a poor Chipochia, haft not fleept to-night? would he not (a naughty man) let it fleep? a bug bear take him. [One knocks. Cre. Did I not tell you?. would he were knock'd o'th' head -- who's that at door? ---- good uncle, go and fee. lord, come you again into my chamber : me, as if I meant naughtily. Troi. Ha, ha-- - My you smile and mock Cre. Come, you are deceived, I think of no fuch thing. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Knock. [Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? how now? what's the matter? SCENE III. Enter Æneas. Ene. Good-morrow lord, good-morrow. Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him: It doth import him much to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, fay you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be fworn; for my own part, I came in late: what fhould he do here? Ene. Who-nay, then: - come, come, you'll do him |