Tro. Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, Tro. No. pregnant & But fomething may be done, that we will not ;; "Tro. Who, I alas, it is my vice, my fault : "While others fish with craft for great opinion, "I with great truth catch meer fimplicity; "Whilft fome with cunning gild their copper crowns, "With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. "Fear not my truth; the moral of my wit "Is-plain, and true,-there's all the reach of it. Enter Paris, Diomed, and Eneas.. Welcome, fir Diomed! here is the lady, Dio. Fair lady Crefidi. So please you, fave the thanks this prince expects. Pleads your fair ufage; and to Diomed You fhall be mistress, and command him wholly. "Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus: Tro. Come, to the port :-"I tell thee, Diomed, [Exeunt Tro. and Cre. Trumpet beard. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ane. How have we spent this morning! The prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with him. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Grecian Camp: Lifts fet out; Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Achilles, Patroclus, Me- Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes. fpout blood; Uly. No trumpet answers. Ach. 'Tis but early day. [Parle founded. Aga. Is not yon' Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? Uly. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait, He rifes on the toe; that spirit of his In afpiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomed and Attendants, with Creffida. Aga. Is this the lady Creffida? Dio. Even she. Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet lady. "Twere better, fhe were kifs'd in general *. So much for Neftor. Ach. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady : Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kiffing once. Pat. But that's no argument for kiffing now: For thus popt Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. 66 Uly. O deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns! For which we lofe our heads, to gild his horns. "Pat. The first was Menelaus' kifs; this, mine: "Patroclus kiffes you. "Men. O, this is trim! "Pat. Paris, and I, kifs evermore for him. "Men. I'll have my kiss, fir :-Lady, by your leave. "Cre. In kiffing, do you render, or receive? "Pat. Both take and give. "Cre. I'll make my match to live, "The kiss you take is better than you give ; "Therefore no kiss. A poor pun, rather unworthy Ulysses. "Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three tor one. “Cre. You're 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'the head. "Cre. No, I'll be sworn. "Uly. It were no match, your nail against his horn. "May I, fweet lady, beg a kifs of you ? "Cre. You may. "Uly. 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. "Uly. Never's my day, and then a kifs of you. "Dio. Lady, a word; I'll bring you to your father. [Exeunt Dio. and Cre "Nef. A woman of quick sense. "Uly. Fie, fie upon her! "There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, "O these encounterers, so glib of tongue, All. The Trojans' trumpet. Aga. Yonder comes the troop. [Trumpet beard Flourish. Enter Hector, arm'd; Troilus, and other Trojans, with him; Æneas preceding. Ene. Hail all the ftate of Greece! What shall be done to him That victory commands! Or do you purpose, A victor fhall be known? will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Purfue each other; or fhall they be divided: By By any voice or order of the field? Hector bade ask. Aga. Which way would Hector have it Ene. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. The knight oppos'd. Ene. If not Achilles, fir, What is your name? Ach. If not Achilles, nothing. Ene. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, know this, In the extremity of great and little, Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, Re-enter Diomed. Aga. Here is fir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight,, Stand by our Ajax: As you and lord Æneas Confent upon the order of their fight,. So be it; either to the uttermoft, Or elfe a breath: the combatants being kin, [Ajax and Hector enter the Lifts, Æneas and Diomed marshaling: Greeks range themselves on one fide, and Trojans upon the other, without Aga. Ulyffes, What Trojan is that fame, that looks so heavy? Nor |