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
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 imminent: But I'll be true.

Troi. And I'll grow Friend with danger;

Wear this Sleeve.

Cre. And you this Glove.

When fhall I fee you?

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

But yet be true.

Cre. O Heav'ns! be true again.

Troi. Hear while I fpeak it, Love;

The Grecian Youths are full of fubtle Qualities,
They're loving, well compos'd, with gift of Nature,
Flowing and fwelling o'er with Arts and Exercife;
How Novelties may move, and Parts with Perfon-
Alas, a kind of godly Jealoufie,

Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous Sin,
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 Sing,
Nor heel the high Lavolt; nor fweeten Talk;
Nor play at fubtle Games; fair Virtues all-

To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:
But I can tell, that in each Grace of thefe,
There lurks a fill and dumb-difcourfive Devil,
That tempts moft cunningly: But be not tempted.
Cre. Do not think, I will.

Toi. No, but fomething may be done that we will not; And fometimes we are Devils to our felves,

When

When we will attempt the frailty of our Powers,
Prefuming on their changeful potency.

Eneas within. Nay, good my Lord.
Troi. Come kifs, and let us part.
Paris within. Brother Troilus.
Troi. Good Brother, come you hither,
And bring Æneas and the Grecian with
Cre. My Lord, will you be true?

you.

Troi. Who I? Alas, it is my Voice, my Fault:
While others fish with Craft for great Opinion,
I, with great truth, catch meer Simplicity:
While fome with cunning gild their Copper Crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare:
Enter Æneas, Paris, and Diomedes:
Fear not my Truth; the Moral of my Wit
Is plain and true, there's all the reach of it.
Welcome, Sir Diomede, here is the Lady,
Which for Anthenor we deliver you.

At the Port (Lord) I'll give her to thy Hand,
And by the way poffefs thee what he is.
Entreat her fair, and by my Soul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou ftand at mercy of my Sword,
Name Creffid, and thy Life shall be as fafe
As Priam is in Ilion.

Diom. Fair Lady Creffid,

So please you, fave the Thanks this Prince expects:
The luftre in your Eyes, Heav'n in your Cheek,
Pleads your fair ufage, and to Diomede

You shall be Mistress, and command him wholly.
Troi. Grecian, thou doft not use me courteously,
To fhame the Seal of my Petition towards thee
By praifing her. I tell thee, Lord of Greece,
She is as far high-foaring o'er thy Praises,
As thou unworthy to be call'd her Servant:
I charge thee ufe 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.

Diom. Oh be not mov'd, Prince Troilus;
Let me be privileg'd by my Place and Meffage,
To be a Speaker free: When I am hence,

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I'll

I'll answer to my Luft: 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 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 felves bend we our needful Talk.

Par. Hark, Hector's Trumpet!

[Sound Trumpet.

Ene. How have we spent this Morning? The Prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him in the Field. Par. 'Tis Troilus fault.

Come, come to Field with him.

Dio. Let us make ready ftrait.

Ane. Yea, with a Bridegroom's fresh alacrity
Let us addrefs to tend on Hector's Heels:
The Glory of our Troy doth this day lye
On his fair Worth, and fingle Chivalry.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Grecian Camp.

Enter Ajax Armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, Calchas, Öc.

Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating Time. With ftarting 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 hither..

Ajax. Thou Trumpet, there's my

Purfe;

Now crack thy Lungs, and fplit thy Brafen Pipe:
Blow Villain, 'till thy fphered bias Cheek

Out-fwell the Cholick of puft Aquilon:

Come ftretch thy Cheft, and let thy Eyes fpout Blood: Thou bloweft for Hector.

Vlyff. No Trumpet answers.
Achil. Tis but early days.

Enter

Enter Diomede and Creffida.

Aga. Is't not young Diomede with Calchas Daughter?
Vlyf. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his Gate,
He rifes on his Toe; that Spirit of his

In Afpiration lifts him from the Earth.
Aga. Is this the Lady Creffida?

Dio. Even fhe.

Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet Lady. Neft. Our General doth falute you with a Kiss.

Vlyf. Yet is your Kindness but particular; 'twere better fhe were kift 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 kiffing once.

Patr. But that's no Argument for kiffing now; For thus pop'd Paris in his Hardiment.

Vlyf. Oh deedly Gall, and theme of all our Scorns,

For which we lofe our Heads to gild his Horns.
Patr. The firft was Menelaus kifs--this mine---
Patroclus kiffes you.

Men. O this is trim.

Patr. Paris and I kifs evermore for him.

Mex. I'll have my kifs, Sir: Lady, by your leave.
Cre. In kiffing do you render, or receive?

Patr. Both take and give.

Cre. I'll make my match to give,

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, give even, or give none.
Men. An odd Man, Lady? every Man is odd.
Cre. No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,
That you are odd, and he is even with you.
Men. You fillip me o'th' head.

Cre. No, I'll be fworn.

Vlyf. It were no match, your Nail againft his Horn: May I, fweet Lady, beg a kiss of you

Cre. You may.

Vlyf. I do defire it.

Cre. Why beg then.

Uly. Why then, for Venus fake give me a kifs
When Helen is a Maid again, and his-

Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
Vlyf. Never's my Day, and then a kifs of you.
Dio Lady, a word-I'll bring you to your Father-
Neft. A Woman of quick Senfe.

[Diomedes leads out Creffida, then returns. Vlyf. Fie, fie upon her:

There's Language in her Eye, her Cheek, her Lip:
Nay, her Foot fpeaks, her wanton Spirits look out
At every joint, and motive of her Body:
Oh these Encounters, are fo glib of Tongue,
That give a coafting welcome e'er it comes;
And wide unclafp the Tables of their Thoughts,
To every tickling Reader: Set them down,
For fluttish fpoils of Opportunity,

And Daughters of the Game.

Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants. All. The Trojans Trumpet.

Aga. Yonder comes the Troop.

Ane. Hail all you ftate of Greece; what fhall be done 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 be divided

By any Voice, or order of the Field? Hector bad ask.
Aga. Which way would Hector have it?

Ane. He cares not, he'll obey Conditions.
Aga. 'Tis done like Hector, but fecurely done,
A little proudly, and great deal defpifing

The Knight oppos'd.

Ane. If not Achilles, Sir, what is your Name?
Achil. If not. Achilles, nothing.

Ane. Therefore Achilles; but whate'er, know this
Is the extremity of great and little:

Valour and Pride excel themfelves in Hector;
The one almoft as infinite as all,

The other blank as nothing; weigh him well;
And that which looks like Pride, is Curtefie;
This Ajax is half made of Hector's Blood,

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