Ther. How the Devil Luxury with his fat Rump, and Potato Finger, tickles thefe together: Fry, Letchery, fry. Dio. But will you then? Cre. In Faith I will come; never truft me else. Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it. Vlyf. You have fworn patience. I will not be my felf, nor have cognition Enter Creffida. Ther. Now the Pledge, now, now, now. Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will. Cre. It is no matter now I have't again, Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid Whetstone. Cre. What, this? Dio, Ay, that. Cre. O all you Gods-O pretty, pretty Pledge; Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my Glove, As I kifs thee. Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me. Cre. He that takes that, takes my Heart withal.' Troi. I did fwear Patience. [Exit. Cre. You fhall not have it, Diomede: 'Faith you fhall not, I'll give you fomething elfe. Dio. I will have this: Whofe was it? Cre. It is no matter. VOL IV. A a Dio. Dio. Come tell me whofe it was? Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will, But now you have it, take it. Dio. Whofe was it? Cre. By all Diana's Waiting-women yonder, And by her felf, I will not tell you whole. Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his Spirit that dares not challenge it. Troi. Wert thou the Devil, and wor'ft it on thy Horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then farewel, Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again. Cre. You shall not go;-one cannot speak a word, But it ftraight ftarts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: But that that likes not me, plea fes me best. Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour. Cre. Ay, come:-O Jovel-do, come:---I fhall be plagu❜d. Dio. Farewel 'till then. Cre. Good Night: I prithee come : Troilus, farewel; one Eye yet looks on thee, [Exit. What Error leads, muft err: O then conclude, Minds fway'd by Eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit. Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publish more; Unless the fay, my Mind is now turn'd Whore. Vlyf. All's done, my Lord, Troi. It is. Ulys. Why ftay we then? Troi. To make a recordation to my Soul, yer there is a credence in my Heart, An elperance fo obftinately flrong. That That doth invert that teft of Eyes and Ears; Was Crefid here ? Vlyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Troi. She was not fure. Ulf. Moft fure fhe was. Trei. Why, my Negation hath no taste of Madness. Vlyf. Nor mine, my Lord: Crefid was here but now. Troi. Let it not be believ'd for Woman-hood: Think we had Mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn Criticks, apt without a Theme For depravation, to fquare the general Sex By Creffid's Rule. Rather think this not Cresid. Ulys. What hath the done, Prince, that can foil our Mōthers? Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this were the Ther. Will he fwagger himfelf out on's own Eyes? If Beauty have a Soul, this is not fhe : If Souls guide Vows, if Vows are Sanctimony, If there be Rule in Unity it felf, This is not fhe. O madness of Difcourfe! The The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafie Reliques, Inflam'd with Venus- -never did young Man fancy Hak, Greek, as much as I do Creffida love, Ther. He'll tickle it for his Concupy. Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, false, false! Let all Untruths stand by thy stained Name, And they'll feem glorious. Vlyf. O contain your felf: Your Paffion draws Ears hither. Enter Æneas. Ane. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your Guard, ftays to conduct you home. Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lord, adieu. Farewel; revolted fair: and, Diomede, Stand faft, and wear a Caftle on thy Head. Vlyf. I'll bring you to the Gates. Troi. Accept distracted Thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, neas, and Ulyffes.. Ther. Would I could meet that Rogue Diomede, I would Croak like a Raven: I would bode, I would bode: Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this Whore: Whore The Parrot will not do more for an Almond, than he for a commodious Drab: Letchery, Letchery, ftill Wars and Letchery, nothing else holds fafhion. A burning Devil take them. [Exit. Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my Lord fo much ungently temper'd, To ftop his Ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to day. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone. By the everlafting Gods, I'll go.. Andr. My Dreams will fure prove ominous to the day. Hect. No more, I fay. Enter Caffandra. Caf. Where is my Brother Hector? Andr. Here Sifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Pursue we him on Knees; for I have dreamt Hath nothing been but fhapes and forms of Slaughter. Heat, Ho! bid my Trumpet found. Caf. No Notes of fally, for the Heav'ns, fweet Brother. Hect. Be gone, I fay: The Gods have heard me (wear. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish Vows; They are polluted Offerings, more abhorr'd Than fpotted Livers in the Sacrifice. Andr. O, be perfwaded, do not count it holy, To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful For us to count we give what's gain'd by Thefts, Caf. It is the purpose that makes ftrong the Vow; Hect. Hold you still, I say; Mine Honour keeps the weather of my Fate; |