Achil. Old Neftor tarries, and you too, Diomedes,. Keep Hector company an hour or two.

Dio. I cannot, Lord, I have important business, The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector. Hett. Give me your hand.

Ulyff Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent. I'll keep you company.

Troi. Sweet Sir, you honour me.

- Heft. And fo, good night.

Achil. Come, come, enter my tent.

[To Troilus.

[Exeunt. Ther. That fame Diomede's a falfe-hearted rogue, a moft unjust knave. I will no more truft him when he leers, than I will a ferpent when he biffes. He will spend his mouth and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, aftronomers foretel it; it is prodigious, there will come fome change : the fun borrows of the moon when Diomede keeps his word. I will rather live to see Hector than not dog him; they fay he keeps a Trojan drab, and ufes the traitor Calchas his tent. I'll after-Nothing but lechery; all incontinent varlets. [Exent.

Dio. What, are you up here? ho! speak.

Cal. Who calls?

Enter Troilus and Ulyffes, [undifcovered by Diomede], after them Therfites, [unfeen by Troilus and Ulyffes].

Ulyff. Stand where the torch may not difcover uss

Enter Creffida.

Troi. Creffid.come forth to him?
Dio. How now, my charge?"

Cre. Now, my fweet guardian? Hark, a word

with you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar?

[Whispers.

Ulyff. She will fing any man at first fight.

Ther. And any man may fing her if he can take her cliff. She's noted.

Die. Will you remember?

Cre. Remember! yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troi. What fhould fhe. remember?

Uly. Lift.

Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.

Ther. Roguery

Dio. Nay, then,

Cre. I'll tell you what.

Dio. Pho! pho! Come. Tell a pin. You are a forfworn

Gre. In faith, I can't. What would you have me do? Ther. A jugling trick, to be fecretly open.. Dio. What did you fwear you would bestow on me? Cre. I pr'ythee do not hold me to mine oath ; Bid me do any thing but that, fweet Greek. Dio. Good night.

Troi. Hold, patience.

Uly. How now, Trojan!

Cre. Diomede..

Dio. No, no, good night. I'll be your fool no more,
Troi. Thy better must.

Cre. Hark, one word in your ear.

Troi. O plague, and madness!

Ulyff. You are mov'd, Prince. Let us depart, I

pray you,

Left your difpleafure fhould enlarge itself

To wrathful terms.

This place is dangerous;

The time right deadly. I befeech you, go..

Troi. Behold, I pray you

Uly. Good my Lord, go off.

You flow to great deftruction t. Come, my Lord.

You flew to great diftraction. Hanmer

too great distraction. Johnfon.

You sho

Troi. I pr'ythee stay.

Uly. You have not patience. Come.

Troi. I pray you ftay. By hell and by hell's torI will not speak a word.

Dio. And fo good night.

Cre. Nay, but you part in anger?

[ments,

Troi. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth! Ulyff. Why, how now, Lord?

Troi. By Jove I will be patient.

Cre. Guardian. Why, Greek.

Dio. Pho, pho, adieu! You palter.

Cre. In faith I do not. Come hither once again. Ulyff. You fhake, my Lord, at fomething. Will You will break out.

Troi. She ftrokes his cheek,

Ulyff. Come, come.

[you go?

Troi. Nay, ftay. By Jove, I will not speak a word. There is between my will and all offences

A guard of patience. Stay a little while.

Ther. How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and potatoe finger tickles thefe together! Fry, lechery, fry!

Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In faith I will, lo; never truft me elfe.
Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Ulyff. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord.

I will not be my felf, nor have cognition

Of what I feel. I am all patience.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.
Cres Here, Diomede, keep this fleeve.
Troi. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulyff. My Lord,

[Exit.

Troi. I will be patient. Outwardly, I will.
Cre. You look upon that fleeve. Behold it well.--

He lov'd me-O falfe wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night.

I pr'ythee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the tharpens. Well faid, whetstone.. Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O, all ye gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge; Thy master now lyes thinking in his bed

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

As I kils thee.

[Diomede fnatches the fleeve..

Nay, do not fnatch it from me :

He that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

Cre. You fhall not have it, Diomede; 'faith, you I'll give you fomething elfe.

[thall not;

Dio. I will have this. Whose was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was?

Cre. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you: But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whofe was it?

[will::

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't it on thy It fhould be challeng'd.

[horn,

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is

I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewell.

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

[not..

Cre. You fhall not go.-One cannot speak a word,

But it straight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto. But that that likes not:

you, pleafes me beft.

Dio. What, fhall I come? The hour?

i.e. the stars, which fhe points to. Johnson

Cre. Ay, come :

-O Jove!

-Do. Come.

[Exit..

I fhall be plagu’d.

Dio. Farewell 'till then.

Cre. Good night. I pr'ythee come.

Troilus, farewell; 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 frength † fhe could not publik

more,.

Unless the fay my mind is now turn'd whore.
Ulyff. 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 thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lie 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;
As if thofe organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creilid here?

Ulyff. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, fure.

Ulyff. Moft fure the was.

Troi Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

Ulyff. Nor mine, iny Lord.

now.

Creffid was here but

Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for womanhood! Think we had mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare the general sex By Creflid's rule. Rather think this not Creffsid.

tica ftronger proof. Johnfon