-Troi. From Troy and Troilus.

Cre. Is it poffible?

Troi. And fuddenly: where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, juttles roughly by
All time of paufe, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents

Our lock'd embraces, ftrangles our dear vows,
Ev'n in the birth of our own labouring breath.
We two, that with fo many thousand fighs
Did buy each other, muft poorly fell ourselves
With the rude bravity and discharge of one.
Injurious time now, with a robber's hafte,
Crams his rich thiev'ry up, he knows not how.
As many farewells as be itars in heaven
With diftinct breath and confign'd kiffes to them,
He fumbles up all in one loofe adieu;
And fcants us with a fingle famith'd kifs,
Diftafted with the falt of broken tears.

Eneas within My Lord, is the lady ready? Troi. Hark! you are call'd. Some fay the Genius fo

Cries come! to him that inftantly must die.

-Bid them have patience; the fhall come anon Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root.

[Exit Pandarus.

Cre. I muft then to the Grecians?
Troi. No remedy.

Cre. A woeful Creffid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When fhall we fee again?

Troi. Hear me, my love; be thou but true of heart

Cre. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? Troi. Nay, we must use expoftulation kindly, For it is parting from us :

I fpeak, not, be thou true, as fearing thee:
For I will throw my glove to death himself *
That there's no maculation in thy heart;
But, be thou true, fay I, to fashion in

* That is, I will challenge death himself in defence of shy fidelity. Johnson.

B.ba.

My fequent proteftation. Be thou true,
And I will fee thee.

Cre. O, you fhall be expos'd, my Lord, to dangers As infinite as eminent. But I'll be true.

Trei. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this fleeve.

Cre. And you this glove. When fhall I fee yours Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels. To give thee nightly vifitation.

But yet be true,

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

Trot Hear why I fpeak it, love.

The Grecian youths are full of iubtle quality, They're loving, well compos'd. with gif's of natureFlowing, and fwelling o'er with arts and exercise : How novelties mav move, and d. paris with perfon,.

Alas, a kind of godly jealouiy,

Which, I befeech you, call a virtuous fin,
Makes me afraid.

Cre. O heav'ns, you love 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 la Volt; nor fweeten talk;
Nor play at fubile games; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and preg
But I can tell, that in each grace of thefe [nant:
There lurks a ftil and dumb-difcourfive devil,
That ten pts moft cunningly. But be not tempted
Cre. Do you think I will?

Troi. No.

But fomething may be done that we will not;
And fometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers.
Prefuming on their changeful potency.

Eneas within. Nay, good my lord,-
7 roi. Come, kifs, aud let us part..
Paris within.] Brother Troilus,-
Troi. Good brother, come you hither,

And bring Eneas and the Grecian, with you.
Cre. My Lord, will you be true?

Troi. Who, 1? alas, it is my vice, my fault

I,

While others fish, With craft, for g great opinion, great truth, catch meer fimplicity." wwich While fome with cunning gild their copper crowns truth and plainnets i do wear mine bare. not my truth; the moral of my wit

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

Enter Æneas, Paris, and Diomede.

Welcome, Sir Diomede; here is the lady, for Antenor we deliver you.

Whom

At the Port, Lord, I'll give her to thy hand,
And by the way poffefs thee what the is,

Entreat her fair; and by my foul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou ftand at mercy of my word,

thy life fhall be as fafe

Name Crellidon.

As Priam is in

Dio. Fair lady Creffid,

So please you, fave the thanks this Prince expects:
The luftre in your eye, heav'n in your check,
Pleads your fair ufage; and to Diomede

You shall be miftrets, and command him wholly.
Troi. Grecian, thou doft not ufe me courteoully,
To fhame the feal of my petition to thee,
In praifing her. I tell thee, Lord of Greece,
She is as far high-foaring o'er thy praites,
As thou unworthy to be call'd her fervant.

I charge thee, ule 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 priviledg'd by my place and meffage,
To be a fpeaker free: When I am hence,,

* I rather think we fhould read,

-the motto of my wit. Johnfon.

The feal of Troilus's petition is, that if fortune. ever fubjected Diomede to the mercy of his fword, then the bare mention of Creffid's name thould be an effec tuaf fecurity for his life. Reuifale

I'll answer to my lift; and know, my Lord,
I'll nothing do on charge; to her own worth
She fhall be priz'd; but that you say, be't so;
I'll fpeak it in my fpirit and honour-

-no.

Troi Come to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomede, This brave fhall oft make thee to hide thy head. Lady, give me your hand

and, as we walk, To our own felves bend we our needful talk.

Par. Hark, Hector's trumpet!

[Sound trumpet.

Ene. How have we spent this morning? The Prince must think me tardy and remifs, That swore to ride before him in the field. · Pan. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to the field with him.

Dio. Let us make ready ftrait.

Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity Let us addrefs to tend on Hector's heels:

The glory of our Troy doth this day ly

On his fair worth, and fingle chivalry. [Exeunte

Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patrochus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, &c.

Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage. Give with a trumpet a loud note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax, that th' appalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant, And bale him hither.

Ajax. Thou trumpet, there's my purse;

Now crack thy lungs, and fplit thy brazen pipe;
Blow, villain, till thy fphered bias cheek
Out-fwell the choliek of puft Aquilon

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Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes fpout blood: Thou blow it for Hector.

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Swelling out like the bias of a bowl. Johnson, S

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Aga. Is not yond' Diomede with Calchas' daugh➡→ ter?

Ulyff. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
He rifes on his toe that fpirit of his
In afpiration lifts him from the earth.

Enter Diomedes, with Cressida.

Aga. Is this the Lady Crellida.
Dio. Ev'n fhe.

Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet lady. :

1. Neft. Our General doth falute you with a kifs. Uly. Yet is the kindness but particular; "Twere better the were kids'd in general.

Neft. And very courtly counfel. I'll begin. So much for Neftor.

Achil I'll take that winter from your lips, fair Achilles bids you welcome.

Clady; Men. I had good argument for killing once. Patr. But that's no argument for killing now. For thus popp'd Paris, in his hardiment,

[Stepping between Menelaus and Creffida.. And parted, thus, you and your argument. Ulyff. O deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns, For which we lofe our heads to gild his horns! Patr. The first was Menelaus' kifs,-this minePatroclus, kifles you.

Men. O, this is trim.

Patr. Paris and I kifs everinore for him.

Men. I'll have my kils, Sir. Lady, by your leave,

Cre. In killing do you render or receive?

Patr. Both take and give.

Cre. I'll make my match to live

The kifs you take is better than you give;
Therefore no kifs.

I will make fuch bargains as I may live by, fuch as may bring me profit, therefore will not take a worie kifs than 1. Johnjonės, jo es e