The tide whereof is now; good-night, great Hector.
Heft. Give me your hand.

Ulf. Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent:

I'll keep you company.

Troi. Sweet Sir, you honour me.

Helt. And fo good-night.

Achil. Come, come, enter my tent.

[To Troilus.

[Exeunt feverally all but Therfites. . Ther. That fame Diomede's a falfe-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave: I will no more truft him when he leers than I will a ferpent when he hiffes: he will spend his mouth, and promife, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, aftronomers foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come fome change: the fun borrows of the moon, when Diomede keeps his word. I will rather leave to fee Hector, than not to dog him: they fay, he keeps a Trojan drab, and ufes the traitor Calchas his tent. I'll after Nothing but lechery; all inconti[Exit.

nent varlets.

Dio. WHAT, are you up here, ho? speak.
Cal. [Within.] Who calls?

[ter?

Dio. Diomede; Calchas, I think; where's your daugh

Cal. [Within.] She comes to you.

Enter Troilus and Ulyffes, after them Therfites.

Ulyf. Stand where the torch may not discover us.

Enter Creffida.

Troi. Crefid come forth to him?

Dio. How now, my charge?

Cre.

Cre. Now, my fweet guardian! hark, a word with you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar?

Ulyf. She will fing to any man at first sight.

[Whispers.

Ther. And any man may fing to her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?

Cre. Remember? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troi. What fhould fhe remember?

Ulyf. Lift.

Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther. Roguery

Dio. Nay, then

Cre. I'll tell you what.

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin, you are a forfwornCre. In faith, I can't: what would you have me do? Ther. A jugling trick, to be fecretly open.

Dio. What did you fwear you would bestow on me? Cre. I pr'ythee do not hold me to mine oath ; Bid me do any thing but that, fweet Greek.

Dio. Good-night.

Troi. Hold, patience

Ulyf. How now, Trojan?

Cre. Diomede!

Dio. No, no, good-night: I'll be your fool no more.

Troi. Thy better muft.

Cre. Hark, one word in your ear.

Troi. O plague and madness!

[you,

Ulyf. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray

Left your difpleasure should enlarge it felf

To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;

The time right deadly: I befeech you, go.

Troi. Behold, I pray you

Ulyf. Good my Lord, go off:

You fly to great diftraction: come, my Lord.
Troi. I pr'ythee, stay.

Ulyf

Uly. You have not patience; come.

Troi. I pray you, ftay; by hell, and by hell's torments,

I will not speak a word.

Dio. And fo good-night.

Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troi. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!
Ulyf. Why, how now, Lord?
Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian why, Greek

Dio. Pho, pho, adieu! you palter.

Cre. In faith, I do not: come hither once again.
Ulyf. You fhake, my Lord, at fomething; will you go?

You will break out.

Troi. She ftroaks his cheek.

Ulyf. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, ftay; by Jove, I will not fpeak a word. There is between my will and all offences

A guard of patience: ftay a little while.

Ther. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles thefe together! fry, lechery, fry! Die. But will you then?

Cre. In faith, I will come; never truft me else.

Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.

Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Ulyf. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord,

I will not be my felf, nor have cognition

Of what I feel: I am all patience.

S C. E NE IV.

Re-enter Creffida.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this fleeve.
Troi. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulys. My Lord!

Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well :

[Exit,

He

He lov'd me :-O falfe wench! - Give't me again.
Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter now I have't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
I pr'ythee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O all you Gods O pretty, pretty pledge;
Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it.

"As I kifs thee. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.
He that takes that, muft take my heart withal.`
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

[not.

Cre. You fhall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you fhall

I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this: whofe was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was?

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 herself, I will not tell

you whose.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,

And grieve his fpirit 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 fhalt mock Diomede again.

2 As I kifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.

Cre. He that takes that, must take my Heart withal.

Cre.

old edit. Thirl. emend.

Cre. You shall not go;

But it straight starts you.

one cannot fpeak a word,

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

'Troi. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you,

Pleases me best.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee, come.
Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
"But my heart with the other eye doth fee.
Ah poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.
What error leads, must err: O then conclude,

Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

[Exit:

Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publish more;

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

Uly. All's done; my Lord.

Troi. It is.

Uly. Why stay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was fpoke:
But if I tell how thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An efperance fo obftinately ftrong,

That doth invert "th' atteft of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Crefid here?

Ulf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not fure.

Ulyf. Moft fure she was.

Troi. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

Ulyf