Of thee and ine, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

As I kifs thee.—(27)

[Diom. Snatches the fleeve.

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.

Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you shall not, I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: whose 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 herfelf, 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 notI will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel.

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You shall not go;

But it ftraight ftarts you.

-one cannot speak a word,

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

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

pleases me beft.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come: -O Jove!•

I fhall be plagu❜d.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

(27) As I kifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.

do, come:

[Exit.

Cre. He that takes that, must take my Heart withal.] Dr. Thirlby thinks, this fhould be all placed to Creffida. She had the Sleeve, and was kiffing it rapturously: And Diomede, in kiffing her, fnatches it back from her.

Cre.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee, come. Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee, But with my heart 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, muft err: O then conclude,

Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

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

Unless the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore.
Uly. All's done, my Lord.

Troi. It is.

Uly. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was spoke :
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lye 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; (28)
As if thofe organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creffid here?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, fure.

Uly. Moft fure, she was.

Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafte of madness. Uly Nor mine, my Lord: Creffid was here but now. Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn criticks, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare all the fex

By Crefid's rule. Rather think this not Crefsid.

Ulys. What hath fhe done, Prince, that can foil our mothers ?

(28) That doth invert that Teft of Eyes and Ears.] What Teft? Troilus had been particularizing none in his foregoing Words, to govern or require the Relative here. I rather think, the Words are to be thus fplit;

That doth invert th' Atteft of Eyes and Ears. i. e. That turns the very Teftimony of Seeing and Hearing against themselves.

Troi.

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was the.
Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes?
Troi. This he? no, this is Diomede's Creffida.
If beauty have a foul, this is not she:

If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the God's delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!
That caufe fet'ft up with and against thyself!
Bi-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and lofs affume all reafon
Without revolt. This is, and is not, Creffid:
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the fpacious breadth of this divifion
Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof to enter.
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as Pluto's gates!
Creffid is mine, tied with the bonds of heav'n;
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heav'n itself!
The bonds of heav'n are flip'd, diffolv'd and loos'd :
And with another knot five-finger-tied,

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy reliques
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Uly May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion does exprefs?

Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well; In characters, as red as Mars his heart

Inflam'd with Venus-ne'er did young man fancy
With fo eternal, and so fix'd a foul-

Hark, Greek, as much as I do Crefid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomede.

That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm:
Were it a cafk compos'd by Vulcan's kill,
My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which fhip-men do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mafs by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear

In

In his defcent, than fhall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomede.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Crefid! falfe, falfe, falle! Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name, And they'll feem glorious.

Ulyf. O, contain yourself:

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Enter Æneas.

Ane. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord, Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy.

Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home.

Tro. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lords, adieu. Farewel, revolted Fair: and, Diomede,

Stand faft, and wear a caftle on thy head!
Uly. I'll bring you to the gates.

Troi. Accept diftracted thanks.

[Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulyffes. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will do no more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, still wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace of Troy.

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Enter Hector and Andromache.

And.7Hen was my Lord fo much ungently temper'd, To ftop his ears against admonishment?

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone.
By all the everlafting Gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, fure, prove ominous to-day.
Hect. No more, I say.

Enter Caffandra.

Caf. Where is my brother Hector ?
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And. Here, fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Confort with me in loud and dear petition; Purfue we him on knees; for I have dreamt Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night Hath nothing been but fhapes and forms of flaughter. Caf. O, 'tis true.

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found.

Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, sweet brother. Het. Be gone, I fay: the Gods have heard me fwear. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the facrifice.

And. O! be perfuaded, do not count it holy
To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful

For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

Caf It is the purpofe that makes ftrong the vows But vows to every purpose must not hold

Unarm, fweet Hector.

Het. Hold you ftill, I fay;

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate;
Life every man holds dear, but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.

Enter Troilus.

How now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to-day ? And. Caffandra, call my father to perfuade.

[Exit Caffandra. Hect. No,'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness youth: I am to-day i'th' vein of chivalry:

Let grow thy finews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll fland, to-day, for thee, and me, and Trey.
Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you;

Which better fits a lion, than a man.

Hect. What vice is that? good Troilus, chide me for it. Troi. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Ev'n in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rife, and live.

Hect.