Imatges de pÓgina

Cres. I will, as soon as e'er the war's concluded.

Diom. Give me some token, for the surety of it; The ring I saw you wear. Cres. (Giving it.] If you must have it.

Troil. The ring? nay, then, 'tis plain! O beauty, where's thy faith!

Ulys. You have sworn patience.

Thers. That's well, that's well, the pledge is given; hold her to her word, good devil, and her soul's thine, I warrant thee.

Diom. Whose was't?

Cres. By all Diana's waiting train of stars, And by herself, I will not tell you

whose. Diom. Why then thou lov'st him still: farewell

for ever:


Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.

Cres. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word, But straight it starts you.

Diom. I do not like this fooling.

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

Diom. I shall expect your promise.

Cres. I'll perform it. Not a word more, good night, I hope for ever: Thus to deceive deceivers is no fraud. (Aside.

[Exeunt DIOMEDE and CRESSIDA severally. Ulys. All's done, my lord. Troil. Is it: Ulys. Pray let us go. Troil. Was Cressida here? Ulys. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troil. She was not, sure! she was not; Let it not be believed, for womanhood : Think we had mothers, do not give advantage To biting satire, apt without a theme For defamation, to square all the sex By Cressid's rule; rather think this not Cressida.


Thers. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?

Troil. This she! no, this was Diomede's Cressida. If beauty have a soul, this is not she :I cannot speak for rage ;--that ring was mine :By heaven I gave it, in that point of time, When both our joys were fullest !- If he keeps it, Let dogs eat Troilus.

Thers. He'll tickle it for his concupy: this will be sport to see! Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore; a parrot will not do more for an almond, than he will for a commodious drab:- I would I could meet with this rogue Diomede too: I would croak like a rave to him; I would bode: it shall go hard but I'll find him out.


Enter ÆNEAS.
Æn. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Ulys. Commend me, gallant Troilus, to your bro-

Tell him, I hope he shall not need to arm;
The fair Polyxena has, by a letter,
Disarmed our great Achilles of his rage.

Troil. This I shall say to Hector.

Ulys. So I hope. Pray heaven Thersites have informed me true !

[Aside. Troil. Good night, my lord; accept distracted thanks!

[Èxit ULYSSES. Enter PANDARUS. Pand. Hear ye, my lord, hear ye; I have been seeing yon poor girl. There have been old doings there, i faith. Troil. (Aside. Hold yet, my spirits: let him pour

it in:

The poison's kind: the more I drink of it,
The sooner 't will dispatch me.

Æn. to Pand. Peace, thou babbler!

Pand. She has been mightily made on by the Greeks: she takes most wonderfully among 'em. Achilles kissed her, and Patroclus kissed her: nay, and old Nestor put aside his grey beard, and brushed her with his whiskers. Then comes me Agamemnon with his general's staff, diving with a low bow even to the ground, and rising again, just at her lips: and after him came Ulysses, and Ajax, and Menelaus: and they so pelted her, ifaith, pitter patter, pitter patter, as thick as hail-stones. And after that, a whole rout of 'em : never was a woman in Phrygia better kissed.

Troil. [Aside.] Hector said true: I find, I find it now!

Pand. And, last of all, comes me Diomede, so demurely: that's a notable sly rogue, I warrant him! mercy upon us, how he laid her on upon the lips ! for, as I told you, she's most mightily made on among the Greeks. What, cheer up, I she has every one's good word. I think, in my conscience, she was born with a caul upon her head.

Troil. [Aside.] Hell, death, confusion, how he tortures me!

Pand. And that rogue-priest, my brother, is so courted and treated for her sake: the yourg sparks do so pull him about, and haul him by the cassock: nothing but invitations to his tent, and his tent, and his tent. Nay, and one of 'em was so bold, as to ask him, if she were a virgin; and with that, the rogue, my brother, takes me up a little god in his hand, and kisses it

, and swears devoutly that she was; then was I ready to burst my sides with laughing, to think what had passed betwixt you two.

say, man!

Troil. O I can bear no more! she's falsehood all :
False by both kinds; for with her mother's milk
She sucked the infusion of her father's soul.
She only wants an opportunity;
Her soul's a whore already.

Pand. What, would you make a monopoly of a woman's lips? a little consolation, or so, might be allowed, one would think, in a lover's absence.

Troil. Hence from my sight! Let ignominy brand thy hated name; Let modest matrons at thy mention start; And blushing virgins, when they read our annals, Skip o'er the guilty page that holds thy legend, And blots the noble work.

Pand. () world, world: thou art an ungrateful patch of earth! Thus the poor agent is despised ! he labours painfully in his calling, and trudges between parties: but when their turns are served, come out's too good for him. I am mighty melancholy. I'll e’en go home, and shut up my doors, and die o'the sullens, like an old bird in a cage!

[Exit PANDARUS. Enter DIOMEDE and THERSITES. Thers. [Aside.] There, there he is; now let it work: now play ihy part, jealousy, and twinge’em: put 'em between thy mill-stones, and grind the rogues together.

Diom. My lord, I am by Ajax sent to inform you, This hour must end the truce.

Æn. to Troil. Contain yourself :
Think where we are.

Diom. Your stay will be unsafe.
Troil. It may, for those I hate.

Thers. [Aside.] Well said, Trojan: there's the first hit.


Diom. Beseech you, sir, make haste; my own affairs call me another way.

Thers. [Aside.] What affairs? what affairs? demand that, dolt-head! the rogue will lose a quarrel, for want of wit to ask that question. Troil

. May I enquire where your affairs conduct
Thers. [Aside.] Well said again; I beg thy pardon.
Diom. Oh, it concerns you not.
Troil. Perhaps it does.

Diom. You are too inquisitive: nor am I bound To satisfy an enemy's request.

Troil. You have a ring upon your finger, Diomede, And given you by a lady.

Diem. If it were, 'Twas given to one that can defend her gift.

Thers. [Aside.] So, so; the boars begin to gruntle at one another : set up your bristles now, a' both sides: whet and foam, rogues. Troil. You must restore it, Greek, by heaven you

No spoil of mine shall grace a traitor's hand:
And, with it, give me back the broken vows
Of my false fair; which, perjured as she is,
I never will resign, but with my soul.

Diom. Then thou, it seems, art that forsaken fool,
Who, wanting merit to preserve her heart,
Repines in vain to see it better placed ;
But know, (for now I take a pride to grieve thee)
Thou art so lost a thing in her esteem,
I never heard thee named, but some scorn followed;
Thou wert our table-talk for laughing meals;
Thy name our sportful theme for evening-walks,
And intermissive hours of cooler love,
When hand in hand we went.

Troil. Hell and furies !
Thers. [Aside.] O well stung, scorpion !

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