damned villain, and cannot die with a safe conscience till I have first murdered him. Troil. Shew me that Diomede, and thou shalt live. Thers. Come along with me, and I will conduct thee to Calchas's tent, where I believe he is now, making war with the priest's daughter. Hect. Here we must part, our destinies divide us; Brother and friend, farewell. Troil. When shall we meet? Hect. When the gods please; if not, we once must part. Look; on yon hill their squandered troops unite. Divide our troops, and take the fresher half. Hect. No dispute of ceremony: Before those ants, that blacken all yon hill, Are crept into the earth. Farewell. [Exit HECT. Thers. Now these rival rogues will clapperclaw one another, and I shall have the sport of it. [Exit TROIL. with THERS. Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons. Achil. Which way went Hector? Myrmid. Up yon sandy hill; You may discern them by their smoking track; Against the rising, spent with painful march, Achil. O thou art gone, thou sweetest, best of friends! Why did I let thee tempt the shock of war, [Exit with Myrm. Enter THERSITES, TROILUS, Trojans. Thers. That's Calchas's tent. Troil. Then, that one spot of earth contains more falsehood, Than all the sun sees in his race beside. That I should trust the daughter of a priest ! Priesthood, that makes a merchandise of heaven! Priesthood, that sells even to their prayers and blessings, And forces us to pay for our own cozenage! Thers. Nay, cheats heaven too with entrails and with offals; Gives it the garbage of a sacrifice, And keeps the best for private luxury. Troil. Thou hast deserved thy life for cursing priests. Let me embrace thee; thou art beautiful: That back, that nose, those eyes are beautiful: Live; thou art honest, for thou hat'st a priest. Thers. [Aside.] Farewell, Trojan; if I escape with life, as I hope, and thou art knocked on the head, as I hope too, I shall be the first that ever escaped the revenge of a priest after cursing him; and thou wilt not be the last, I prophesy, that a priest will bring to ruin. [Exit THER. Troil. Methinks, my soul is roused to her last work; Has much to do, and little time to spare. [Noise within, Follow, follow! A noise of arms! the traitor may be there; [Exit TROILUS. Enter CALCHAS and CRESSIDA. Cres. Where is he? I'll be justified, or die. For Diomede told me, here they were to fight. Calch. You must prevent, and not complain. Calch. If Diomede sink beneath the sword of Troi- We lose not only a protector here, But are debarred all future means of flight. Cres. What then remains? Calch. To interpose betimes Betwixt their swords; or, if that cannot be, To intercede for him, who shall be vanquished. Clashing within. Cres. Ah me! I hear them, And fear 'tis, past prevention. [Exit CALCHAS. Enter DIOMEDE, retiring before TROILUS, and falling as he enters. Troil. Now beg thy life, or die. Diom. No; use thy fortune: I loath the life, which thou canst give, or take. Troil. Scorn'st thou my mercy, villain !—Take thy wish. Cres. Hold, hold your hand, my lord, and hear me speak. [TROILUS turns back; in which time DIOMEDE rises, Trojans and Greeks enter, and rank themselves on both sides of their Captains. Troil. Did I not hear the voice of perjured Cressida? Whom, oh, if any spark of truth remained, Cres. What shall I say!-that you suspect me false, Troil. Hell and death! Cres. If ever I had power to bend your mind, Believe me still your faithful Cressida; And though my innocence appear like guilt, Because I make his forfeit life my suit, 'Tis but for this, that my return to you Would be cut off for ever by his death; My father, treated like a slave, and scorned; Myself in hated bonds a captive held. Troil. Could I believe thee, could I think thee true, In triumph would I bear thee back to Troy, Though Greece could rally all her shattered troops, And stand embattled to oppose my way. But, oh, thou syren, I will stop my ears To thy enchanting notes; the winds shall bear Upon their wings thy words, more light than they. Cres. Alas! I but dissembled love to him. If ever he had any proof, beyond What modesty might give Diom. No! witness this. [The Ring shewn. There, take her, Trojan, thou deserv'st her best; I was a jealous, hard, vexatious lover, And doubted even this pledge,-till full possession; But she was honourable to her word, And I have no just reason to complain. Cres. O unexampled, frontless impudence! Troil. Hell, show me such another tortured wretch as Troilus! Diom. Nay, grieve not; I resign her freely up; I'm satisfied; and dare engage for Cressida, That, if you have a promise of her person, She shall be willing to come out of debt. Cres. [Kneeling.] My only lord, by all those holy Vows, Which, if there be a Power above, are binding, Diom. Nay, since you're so concerned to be believed, I'm sorry I have pressed my charge so far: Be what you would be thought; I can be grateful. Troil. Grateful! Oh torment! now hell's bluest flames Receive her quick, with all her crimes upon her! |