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Cre. And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels
Troi. Hear, why I speak it, love : The Grecian youths are full of subtle qualities, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature Flowing, and swelling o'er with arts, and exercise ; How novelties may move, and parts with person-Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin) Makes me afraid. Cre. O heav'ns,
love Troi. Die I a villain then! In this, I do not call your faith in question So mainly as my merit : I cannot fing, Nor heel the high Layolt; nor sweeten, talk; Nor play at subtle games ; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant. But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a ftill and dumb-discoursive Devil, That tempts most cunningly : but be not tempted,
Cre. Do you think, I will ?
Ænease (within.] Nay, good my lord, —
Troi. Good brother, come you hither,
Gre. My lord, will You be true ?
Troi. Who 1 ? alas, it is my Vice, my fault : While others fish, with craft, for great opinion ; 1, with great truth, catch mere simplicity.
While some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
Enter Æneas, Paris, and Diomedes.
sword; Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Ilion.
Dio. Lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this Prince expects : The luftre in your eye, heav'n in your cheek, Pleads you fair usage ; and to Diomede You shall be mistress, and command him wbolly.
Troi. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
Dio. Oh, be not mov'd, prince Troilus.
By praising her.-] To Jhame the Seal of a Petition is Nonfence. Shakespear wrote, -To shame the Zeal.
I'll speak it in my spirit and honour-no.
Troi. Come, to the Port-l'll tell thee, Diomede, This Brave Iball oft make thee to hide thy head. Lady, give me your hand-and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
[Sound Trumpet. Par. Hark, Hector's trumpet!
Æne. How have we spent this morning ? The Prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him in the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to field
with him. Dio. Let me make ready ftrait...
Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity' Let us address to tend on Hector's heels : The Glory of our Troy doth this day lie On his fair worth, and single chivalry. [Exeunt.
Changes to the Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus,
Menelaus, Ulyfles, Neftor, &c.
Ajax. Trumpet, there's my purse ;
blood : Thou blow'st for Hexor. Vol. IX.
Ulys. No trumpet anfwers.
Ulys. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
Enter Diomede, with Creffida.
lady. Neft. Our General doth falute you with a kiss.
Ulys. Yet is the kindness but particular ; 'Twere better, she were kiss'd in general.
Neft. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin. So much for Nestor.
Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids
Pat. But that's no argument for killing now:
Uly]: O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns, For which we lose our heads to gild his horns !
Pat. The first was Menelaus' kiss-this mine
Men. O, this is trim.
Cre. I'll make my match to live,
Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
Cre. No, Paris is not; for you know, 'tis true,
Men. You fillip me o'th' head.
Ulyd. It were no match, your nail against his horn: May 1, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you ?
Cre. You may
Ulys. Why then, for Venus', sake, give me a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his
Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
(Diomede leads out Cressida,
Æne. Hail, all the State of Greece! what shall be done