Pat. I come from the worthy Achilles :
The. Ha!

Pat. Who moft humbly defires you, to invite Hector to his tent;

The. Hum!

Pat. And to procure fafe-conduct from Agamemnon. The. Agamemnon ?

Pat. Ay, my lord.

The. Ha!

Pat. What fay you to't?

The. Heav'n be wi' you, with all my heart.

Pat. Your answer, fir.

The. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howfoever, he fhall pay for me

ere he has me.

Pat. Your answer, fir.

The. Fare you well, with all my heart.

Ach. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?

The. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What mufic will be in him when Hector has knock'd out his brains, I know not but, I am fure, none; unless the fidler, Apollo, get his finews to make catlings on.

Ach. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him ftraight. The. Let me bear another to his horfe; for that's the more capable creature.

Ach. My mind is troubl'd, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself fee not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt Ach. and Pat. The. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a fheep, than fuch a valiant ignorance. [Exit".

The scene we have noted between Troilus and Creffida, the conduct of the Grecian leaders towards Achilles, and his fenfibility and reflections thereon, give this Act much more importance than either the first or fecond.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Troy. A Street.

Enter, from one Side, Eneas; Servant, with a Torch, preceding: from the other, Paris, Deiphobus, and others, with Diomedes, attended; Torches too with them.

PARIS.

EE, ho! who is that there?

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Dei. It is the lord Eneas.

Ene. Is the prince there in perfon ?- [to his Ser. Had I fo good occafion to lie long,

As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly bufinefs Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord
Eneas.

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas, take his hand;
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.

Ene. Health to you, valiant fir,
During all queftion of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute.

Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.

Our bloods are now in calm; and, fo long, health:
But when contention and occafion meet,

By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life,
With all my force, purfuit, and policy.

Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchifes' life,
Welcome indeed! by Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in fuch a fort,
The thing he means to kill, more excellently.
Dio. We fympathize:-Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my fword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand compleat courses of the fun!

But,

But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow!
Ene. We know each other well.

Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse.
Par. This is the most defpightful gentle greeting,
The nobleft hateful love, that ere I heard of.-
What bufinefs, lord, fo early?

Ene. I was fent for to the king; but why, I know

not,

Par. His purpose meets you: 'Twas to bring this
Greek

To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Creffid:
Let's have your company ;-Or, if you please,
Hafte there before us: I conftantly do think,
(Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Rouze him, and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear,
We shall be much unwelcome.

Ene. That I affsure you ;

Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, 'Than Creid borne from Troy.

Par. There is no help;

The bitter difpofition of the time

Will have it fo. On, lord; we'll follow you.

Ene. Good morrow, all.

[Exit.

"Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me

true,

"Even in the foul of found good-fellowship,"Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen beft, Myfelf, or Menelaus?

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"Dio. Both alike:

"He merits well to have her, that doth feek her

(Not making any fcruple of her foylure)

"With fuch a hell of pain, and world of charge; "And you as well to keep her, that defend her

The fubfequent part of this scene fhould unquestionably be expunged. It relates not to the ftory, and Diomed's expreffions trefpafs ftrongly on decorum.

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(No

"(Not palating the tafte of her dishonour) "With fuch a coftly lofs of wealth and friends : “He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up "The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece; "You, like a letcher, out of whorish loins "Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors: "Both merits poiz'd, each weighs nor less nor more ; "But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

"Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman. "Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris,"For every falfe drop in her bawdy veins "A Grecian's life hath funk; for every scruple "Of her contaminated carrion weight

"A Trojan hath been flain; fince the could speak,
"She hath not given fo many good words breath,
"As for her Greeks and Trojans fuffer'd death.
"Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
"Difpraise the thing that you defire to buy:
"But we in filence hold this virtue well,-
"We'll not commend what we intend not fell.
"Here lies our way.

[Exeunt

SCENE IL The fame. Court of Pandarus's House.

Enter Troilus, and Creffida.

Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cre. Then, fweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates.

Tro. Trouble him not;

To bed, to bed; fleep kill those pretty eyes,

And give as soft attachment to thy senses,

As infants' empty of all thought!

Cre. Good morrow, then.

Tro. I pr'ythee now, to bed.

Cre. Are you aweary of me?

Tro. O Creffida, but that the bufy day,
Wak'd by the lark, hath rouz'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would not from thee.

Cre. Night hath been too brief,

Tro. Befhrew the witch! with venomous wights fhe stays,

As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love,
With wings more momentary swift than thought:
You will catch cold, and curfe me.

Cre. Pr'ythee, tarry;

You men will never tarry

O foolish Creffida !-I might have still held off, And then you would have tarry'd. Hark, there's one up. "Pan. [within.] What! all the doors open here! "Tro. It is your uncle.

"Cre. A peftilence on him! now will he be mocking; "I fhall have fuch a life.

Enter Pandarus.

"Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden"heads?

"Here, you maid! where's my coufin Creffid? "Cre. Go, hang yourself, you naughty mocking ❝ uncle!

"You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. "Pan. To do what? to do what ?-let her fay, what :"What have I brought you to do?

"Cre. Come, come; befhrew your heart! you'll "ne'er be good,

"Nor fuffer others.

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"Pan. Ha, ha!-Alas, poor wench! a poor capo"chia! haft not flept to-night? would he not, "naughty man, let it fleep? a bug-bear take him! "Cre. Did not I tell you ?-'would he were knock'd "o'the head! [Knocking heard. Who's that at door ?-good uncle, go and fee."My lord, come you again into my chamber:

You fmile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.. "Tro. Ha, ha!

"thing.

"Cre. Come, you're deceiv'd, I think of no fuch [Knocking again. "How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in ; "I would not for half Troy have you feen here.

[Exeunt Tro. and Cre.