That there's no maculation in thy heart; Cre. O, you fhall be expos'd, my Lord, to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but I'll be true. Troi. And I'll grow friend with danger. [fleeve. Wear this Cre. And you this glove. When fhall I 'fee you then ?` Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels To give thee nightly vifitation. But yet be true. Cre. O heav'ns! be true again? Troi. Hear why I fpeak it, love: the Grecian youths Are full of fubtle qualities, they're loving, ? 'They're well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And fwelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelties may move, and parts with person- (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin) Makes me afraid. Cre. O heav'ns! you love me not. In this I do not call your faith in question Troi. No. But fomething may be done that we will not: pregnant. Troi. 8 gift Troi. Come kifs, and let us part. Troi. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: SCENE VII. Enter Æneas, Paris, and Diomedes. Dio. Lady Creffid, 1 So please you, fave the thanks this Prince expects: You fhall be mistress, and command him wholly. Troi. Grecian, thou doft not use me courteously, Dio. 9 As Priam is i feal... old edit. Warb. emend. Dio. Oh be not mov'd, Prince Troilus. Troi. Come to the port-I'll tell thee, Diomede, Par. Hark, Hector's trumpet! [Sound Trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning! The Prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him in the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come to field with him. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity SCENE [Exeunt. VIII. The Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, &c. Aga. HEre Ere art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Ajax. Trumpet, there's my purse; Now Now crack thy lungs, and fplit thy brazen pipe: Out-fwell the cholick of puft Aquilon : Come stretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes fpout blood: Thou blow'it for Hector. 2 Uly. Yet no trumpet anfwers.` Achil. It is but early day, [Trumpet founds. Aga. Is not yond' Diomede with Calchas' daughter? Ulyf. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gate, He rifes on his toe; that spirit of his In afpiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomede and Creffida. Aga. Is this the Lady Crefida? Dio. Ev'n fhe. Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet Lady! a (a) fweet Lady! Neft. Our General doth falute you with a kiss. Ulf. Yet is the kindness but particular; 'Twere better fhe were kiss'd in general. Neft. And very courtly counfel: I'll begin. So much for Neftor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair Lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kiffing once. Pat. But that's no argument for kiffing now: For thus pop'd Paris in his hardiment, And parted thus, you and your argument. Uly. Oh deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns, For which we lofe our heads to gild his horns. Patroclus kiffes you. Men. O, this is trim. Pat. Paris and I kifs evermore for him. -this mine Men. I'll have my kifs, Sir: Lady, by your leave, Cre. In kiffing do you render or receive? Pat. Both take and give. Cre. I'll make my match to give, The kifs you take is better than you give; Dio. Men. Dio. Lady, a word-I'll bring you to your father. Ulyf. Fie, fie upon her: There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip: Oh thefe Encounterers! 4 'tho" glib of tongue, Aga. Yonder comes the troop. [Trumpet within. Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants. Ene. Hail, all the ftate of Greece! what fhall be done To him that victory commands? or do you purpose, A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Purfue each other, or 5 'fhall they be divided Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cre. No, I'll be fworn. Ulf. It were no match, your nail against his horn: May I, fweet Lady, beg a kifs of you? Cre. You may. Uly. I do defire it. Cre. Why beg then. Uly. Why then, for Venus' fake give me a kiss: Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. 3 Uly. Never's my day, and then a kifs of you. Dio. Lady, a word &c. By |