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Wbilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth; the moral of my wit
1s-plain, and true,-there's all the reach of it.

Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and

Diomedes.
Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady,
Which 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 of my sword,
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
As Priam is in Ilion.
Dio.

Fair lady Cressid,
So please you, save the thanks this prince expects :

Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed
You shall be mistress and command him wholly.

Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
To shame the zeal of my petition to thee,
In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises,
As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant.
I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge;
For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I'll cut thy throat.
Dio.

O, 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 lustf: And know you, lord, I'll nothing do on charge: To her own worth She shall be priz'd; but that you say-be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-60.

Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed,

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Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. (Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomed.

[Trumpet heurd, Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Æne.

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

with him.
Dei. Let us make ready straight.
Æne. 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.

SCENE V.

The Grecian camp. Lists set out.

Enter Ajax armed ; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patro.

clus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and others. Agam. Flere art thou in appointment* fresh and

fair,
Anticipating time with starting courage.
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
May pierce the head of the great combatant,
And hale him thither.

Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe :
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
Out-swell the colick of puff'd Aquilon:

• Preparation.

Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout

blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds,

Ulyss. No trumpet answers. dchil.

'Tis but early day Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughi

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

Enter Diomed, with Cressida.
Agam. Is this the lady Cressid ?
Dio.

Even she.
Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet

lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss.

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

Nest. And very courtly counsel : I'll begin, So much for Nestor, Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair

lady: Achilles bids you welcome.

Men. I had good argument for kissing once.

Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now:
For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment;
And parted thus you and your argument.

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

Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss ;-this, mine: Patroclus kisses you. Men.

0, this is trim! Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kiss, sir :-Lady, by your leave. Cres. In kissing do you render or receive? Patr. Both take and give. Cres.

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

VOL. VI.

Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
Cres. You're an odd man; give even, or give none.
Men. An odd man, lady? every man is odd.
Cress. No, Paris is not; for, you know, 'tis true,
That you are odd, and he is even with you.

Men. You fillip me o'the head.
Cres.

No, I'll be sword. Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his

horn.
DIay I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?

Cres. You may.
Ulyss.

I do desire it.
Cres,

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

Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Dio. Lady, a word ;-I'll bring you to your father.

(Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss.

Fy, fy upon her! 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. 0, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting 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 daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans' trumpet. Agam.

Yonder comes the troop.

Enter Hector, armed; Æneas, Troilus, and other

Trojans, with Attendants. Ene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall be done

• Motion.

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.
Pursue each other; or shall they be divided
By any voice or order of the field ?
Hector bade ask.
Agam.

Which way would Hector have it? . Æne. He cares not, he'll obey conditions.

Achil. "Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
The knight oppos’d.
Ene.

If not Achilles, sir,
What is your name?
Achil.

If not Achilles, nothing. . Æne. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, know this;

I In the extremity of great and little, Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The one almost as infinite as all, The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy. This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood : In love whereof, half Hector stays at home; Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek This blevded knight, half Trojan, and half Greek.

Achil. A maiden battle then ?-0, I perceive you.

Re-enter Diomed. Agum. Here is sir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight, Stand by our Ajax : as you and lord Æneas Consent upon the order of their fight, . So be it; either to the uttermost, Or else a breath*: the combatants being kin, Half stintst their strife before their strokes begin.

(Ajax and Hector enter the lists. Ulyss. They are oppos'd already,

• Breathing, exercise.

7. Stops.

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