Imatges de pÓgina

Cre. And you this glove. When shall I see you?

Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels
To give thee nightly visitation.

be true.
Cre. Oh heav'ns! be true, again?

Troi. Hear, why I speak it, love:
The Grecian youths are full of subtle qualities,
They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature
Flowing, and swelling o'er with arts, and exercise ;
How novelties may move, and parts with person--
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy
(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin)
Makes me afraid.
Cre. O heav'ns,


me not!
Troi. Die I a villain then!
In this, I do not call your faith in question
So mainly as my merit : I cannot fing,
Nor heel the high Layolt; nor sweeten, talk;
Nor play at subtle games ; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant.
But I can tell, that in each


of these There lurks a ftill and dumb-discoursive Devil, That tempts moft cunningly : but be not tempted,

Cre. Do you think, I will ?

Troi. No,
But something may be done, that we will not:
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency:

Æneas. (within.] Nay, good my lord, —
Troi. Come, kiss, and let us part.
Paris. (within.] Brother Troilus,-

Troi. Good brother, come you hither,
And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you.

Gre. My lord, will You be true ?

Troi. Who 1 ? alas, it is my Vice, my fault : While others fish, with craft, for great opinion ; 1, with great truth, catch mere simplicity.

While some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth; the moral of


wit Is plain and true, there's all the reach of it.


Enter Æneas, Paris, and Diomedes.
Welcome, Sir Diomede; here is the lady,
Whom for Antenor we deliver you.
At the Port (lord) I'll give her to thy hand,
And by the way possess thee what she is.
Entreat her fair; and by my soul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou stand at mercy

my sword

; Name Crefid, and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Ilion.

Dio. Lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this Prince expe&s : The luftre in your eye, heav'n in your cheek, Pleads you fair usage ; and to Diomede You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.

Troi. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
* To shame the zeal of my petition towards thee,
By praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises,
As thou unworthy to be callid her servant.
I charge thee, use her well, even for my Charge :
For by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
(Tho''the great bulk Achilles be thy guard)
I'll cut thy throat.

Dio. Oh, be not mov’d, prince Troilus.
Let me be privileg'd by my place and message,
To be a Speaker free. When I am hence,
I'll answer to my lift : and know, my lord,
I'll nothing do on Charge ; to her own worth
She shall be priz'd: but that you say, be't so ;
* To shame the Seal of my petition tow'rds thee,

By praising her.--) To fame the Seal of a Petition is Nonfense. Shakespear wrote, - -To Mame the Zeal.

I'll speak it in my spirit and honour--no.

Troi. Come, to the Port-I'll tell thee, Diomede, This Brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head. Lady, give me your hand-and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk.

[Sound Trumpet. Par. Hark, HeHor's trumpet!

Æne. How have we spent this morning ? The Prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him in the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to field

with him. Dio. Let me make ready ftrait...

Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity Let us address to tend on Hector's heels : The Glory of our Troy doth this day lie On his fair worth, and single chivalry. Exeunt.

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Aga. H

Changes to the Grecian Camp.
Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus,

Menelaus, Ulysses, Neitor, &c.
ERE art thou in appointment fresh and

Anticipating time with starting courage.
Give with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax, that th' appalled air
May pierce the head of the great Combatant,
And hale him thither.

Ajax. Trumpet, there's my purse ;
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe :
Blow, villain, till thy sphered hias cheek
Our-swell the cholic of puft Aquilon :
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout

blood : Thou blow'ft for He&or. Vol. IX.



Ulys. No trumpet answers.
Achil. 'Tis but early day.
Aga. Is not yond Diomede with Calchas' daughter ?

Ulyll. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
He rises on his toe; that spirit of his
In aspiration lifts him from the earth.

Enter Diomede, with Cressida.
Aga. Is this the lady Cresida ?
Dio. Ev'n fhe.
Aga. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet

lady. Neft. Our General doth salute you with a kiss.

Ulys. Yet is the kindness but particular ; 'Twere better, she were kils'd in general.

Neft. And very courtly counsel : 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 kissing once.

Pat. But that's no argument for kisling now :
For thus pop'd Paris in his hardiment,
And parted, thus, you and your argument.

Ulyd. O deadly gall, and theme of all owo scorns, For which we lose our heads to gild his horns !

Pat. The first was Menelaus' kiss this mine-
Patroclus killes you.

Men. O, this is trim.
Pat. Paris and I kils evermore for him.
Men. I'll have my kiss, Sir: lady, by your leave,-
Cre. In kissing do you

render or receive ? Pat. Both take and give.

Cre. I'll make my match to live,
The kiss you take is better than you give ;
Therefore no kiss.

Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
Cre. You are an odd man, even, or give none.
Men. An odd man, lady? every man is odd.


Cre. No, Paris is not; for you know, 'tis true,
you are odd, and he is even with

Men. You fillip me o'th' head.
Cre, No, I'll be sworn.

Uly. It were no match, your nail against his horn: May 1, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?

Cre. You may
Uly. I do delire it.
Cre. Why, beg then.

Ulyl. Why then, for Venus', sake, give me a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his

Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
Ulyl. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you.
Neft. A woman of quick sense !
Dio. Lady, a word, I'll bring you to your Father..

(Diomede leads out Cressida, Ulyil. Fie, fie


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 Coafting welcome ere it comes :
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader : set them down
For sluttish Spoils of Opportunity,
And daughiers of the Game. [Trumpet within.
Enter He&or, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and

All. The Trojans' trumpet !
Aga. Yonder comes the troop.

Æne. Hail, allthe State of Greece! what shall be done
To him that Vidory commands ? Or do you purpose,
A Vi&or shall be known? will you, the Knights
Shall to the edge of all extremity
Pursue each other, or shall be divided
By any voice, or order of the field ?
Hector bade alk.


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