(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin) Makes me afraid. Cre. O heav'ns, you love me not! Troi. Die I a villain then: In this I do not call your faith in question Nor heel the high lavolt; nor fweeten talk; Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are moft prompt and pregnant. Troi. No. But something may be done that we will not: Troi. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: SCENE SCENE VII. Enter Eneas, Paris, and Diomedes. Welcome, Sir Diomede; here is the lady, At the port (lord) I'll give her to thy hand, Diom. Lady Crefid, So please you, fave the thanks this prince expects: Diom. Oh be not mov'd, prince Troilus. 6 Troi. Troi. Come to the port ---- I'll tell thee, Diomede, Æne. How have we spent this morning? [Sound trumpet. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come to field with him. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity [Exeunt. Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Aga. H Anticipating time. With starting courage, ERE art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Ajax. Trampet, there's my purse; Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Come Dio. Come stretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes spout blood: Thou blow'st for Hector. Ulys. No trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early day. Enter Diomede and Creffida. Aga. Is not yond' Diomede with Calchas' daughter? In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Aga. Is this the lady Creffida? Dio. Ev'n fhe. Aga. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. * Cre. Dio. Lady, a word ---- I'll bring you to your father [Diomedes leads out Creffida, then returns. Ulys. Fie, fie upon her: There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip: Nay, her foot speaks, her wanton spirits look out At every joint, and motive of her body : < Oh these Encounterers! So glib of tongue, They give a coasting welcome ere it comes; To every ticklish reader: fet them down • For fluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and attendants. All. The Trojans trumpet! Aga. Yonder comes the troop. Ene. Hail all the state of Greece! what fhall be done To him that victory commands? do you purpose, A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Pursue each other, or fhall be divided By any voice, or order of the field? Cre. No, I'll be sworn. Ulyf. It were no match, your nail against his horn: May I, fweet lady, beg a kifs of you? Cre. You may. Ulyf. I do defire it. Cre. Why beg then. Ulys. Why then, for Venus' fake give me a kifs: Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Aga. |