Faulcon has the Tercel, for all the Ducks i' th' River: Goto, go to.

Troi. You have bereft me of all Words, Lady.

Pan. Words pay no Debts, give her Deeds: Bat fhe'll bereave you o' th' Deeds too, if the call your Activity in queftion: What, billing again? here's in witnefs whereof the Parties interchangeably-Come in, come in, I'll go get a Fire. [Exit Pan.

Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord?

Troi. O Creffida, how often have I wifht me thus? Cre. Witht, my Lord! the Gods grant ;-O, my Lord. Troi. What should they grant; what makes this pretty abruption; what too curious Dreg efpies my sweet Lady in the Fountain of our Love?

Cre. More Dregs than Water, if my Fears have Eyes. Troi. Fears make Devils of Cherubins, they never fee truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that feeing Reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind Reason ftumbling without fear; to fear the worft, oft cures the worse.

Troi. O let my Lady apprehend no fear,

In all Cupid's Pageant there is prefented no Monster.
Cre. Nor nothing monftrous neither ?

Troi. Nothing but their Undertakings, when we vow EG weep Seas, live in Fire, eat Rocks, tame Tygers, thinking it harder for our Miftrefs to devife Impofition enough, than for us to undergo any Difficulty impofed. This is the monftrofity in Love, Lady, that the Will is infinite, and the Execution confin'd; that the Defire is boundlefs, and the Act a Slave to limit.

Cre. They fay all Lovers, fwear more performance than they are able, and yet referve an Ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of tens and difcharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the Voice of Lions, and the act of Hares, are they not Monsters?

Troi. Are there fuch? fuch are not we: Praife us as we are tafted, allow us as we prove: Our Head fhall go bare, 'till merit crown it; no Perfection in reverfion fhall have a Praise in prefent; we will not name Defert before his Birth, and being born, his addition shall be humble; few Words to

fair Faith. Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffida, as what Envy can fay worft, fhall be a mock for his Truth; and what Truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus.

Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord?

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blushing ftill? have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, Uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thank you for that; if my Lord get a Boy of you, you'll give him me; be true to my Lord, if he flinch, chide me for it.

Trei. You know now your Hoftages; your Uncle's Word and my firm Faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my Word for her too; our Kindred, though they be long e'er they are woo'd, they are conftant being won: They are Burs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me Heart:
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you Night and Day,
For many weary Months.

Troi. Why was my Creffid then fo hard to win?
Cre. Hard to feem won: But I was won, my Lord,

With the first glance that ever

Pardon me.

If I confefs much, you will play the Tyrant:
I love you now, but not 'till now, fo much
But I might mafter it-in faith I lye

My thoughts were like unbridled Children, grown
Too head-ftrong for their Mother; fee we Fools,
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us
When we are so unfecret to our felves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not,
And yet good faith I wifht my felf a Man:
Or that the Women had Mens privilege

Of speaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my Tongue,
For in this Rapture I fhall furely speak

The thing I fhall repent; fee, your filence

Coming in dumbness, for my weakness draws

My Soul of Counfel from me.

Stop my Mouth.

Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet Mufick iffues thence. [Kiffing.

Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Crt.

Cre. My Lord, I do befeech you pardon me ; 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a Kifs:

I am afham'd ;

O Heav'ns, what have I done!

For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.
Trei. Your leave, fweet Creffid?

Pan. Leave! and you take leave 'till to Morrow Morn

ing

Cre. Pray you, content you.

Troi. What offends you, Lady?
Cre. Sir, mine own Company.
Troi. You cannot fhun your felf.
Cre. Let me go and try:

I have a kind of felf refides with
you:
But an unkind felf, that it felf will leave,

To be another's Fool. Where is my Wit?
I would be gone: I fpeak I know not what.

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that fpeak wifely.

Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more Craft than Love, And fell fo roundly to a large Confeffion,

To angle for your Thoughts: But you are wife.
Or elfe you love not; for to be wife and love,
Exceeds Man's might, and dwells with Gods above.
Troi. O that I thought it could be in a Woman;
And if it can, I will prefume in you,

To feed for ay her lamp and flames of Love,
To keep her Conftancy in plight and youth,
Out-living Beauties outward, with a Mind
That doth renew fwifter than Blood decays.
Or that Perfwafion could but thus convince-me,
That my integrity and truth to you,

Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of fuch a winnowed purity in Love:

How were I then up-lifted! But alas,

I am as true as Truth's Simplicity,
And fimpler than the Infancy of Truth.
Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Troi. O virtuous Fight,

When right with right wars, who should be moft right?
True Swains in Love, fhall in the World to come
Approve their truths by Troilus; when their Rhimes,
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Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimilies: Truth tired with Iteration,
As true as Steel, as Plantage to the Moon,
As Sun to Day, as Turtle to her Mate,
As Iron to Adamant, as Earth to th'Center:
Yet after all comparisons of truth,

(As Truth's Authentick Author to be cited)
As true as Troilus, thall crown up the Verfe,
And fan&ifie the Numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be :

If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot it felf,
When Water-drops have worn the Stones of Troy,
And blind Oblivion fwallow'd Cities up,
And mighty States characterlefs are grated
To dufty nothing; yet let Memory,
From falfe to falfe, among falfe Maids in love,
Upbraid my Falfehood; when they've said as false
As Air, as Water, as Wind, as fandy Earth;
As Fox to Lamb, as Wolf to Heifer's Calf;
Pard to the Hind, or Step-dame to her Son;
Yea, let them fay, to ftick the Heart of Falfe hood,
As falle as Creffid.

Pan. Go to, a Bargain made: Seal it, feal it, I'll be the Witnefs. Here I hold your Hand; here my Coufin's; if ever you prove falfe to one another, fince I have taken fuch Pains to bring you together, let all pitiful Goers-between,be call'd, to the World's erd, after my Name: Call them all Panders; let all conftant Men be Troiluffes, all falle Women Creffida's, and all Brokers between, Panders; fay, Amen.

Troi. Amen.

Cre. Amen.

Pan. Amen.

Whereupon I will fhew you a Chamber, which Bed, because it shall not fpeak of your pretty encounters, prefs it to Death Away.

And Cupid grant all Tongue-ty'd Maidens here,

Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to provide this geer.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II. The Grecian Camp.

Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Menelaus and Calchas.

Cal. Now, Princes, for the Service I have done you,
Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud,
To call for recompence: Appear it to your Mind,
That through the fight I beat in things to come,
I have abandon'd Troy, left my Poffeffion,
Incurr'd a Traitor's Name, expos'd my self,
From certain and poffeft Conveniencies,

To doubtful Fortunes, fequeftring from me all
That Time, Acquaintance, Cuftom, and Condition,
Made tame, and moft familiar to my Nature:
And here to do you Service am become
As new into the World, ftrange, unacquainted.
I do beseech you, as in way of tafte,
To give me now a little benefit,

Out of thofe many Registred in Promile,
Which you fay live to come in my behalf.

Aga. What wouldft thou of us, Trojan ? Make demand.
Cal. You have a Trojan Prifoner, call'd Anthenor,

Yesterday took Troy holds him very dear.

Oft have you (often have you, Thanks therefore)
Defir'd my Crefid in right great Exchange,
Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: But this Anthenor,
I know, is fuch a wreft in their Affairs,
That their Negotiations all muft flack,
Wanting this Manage; and they will almoft
Give us a Prince o'th' Blood, a Son of Priam,
In change of him. Let him be fent, great Princes,
And he fhall buy my Daughter: And her prefence
Shall quite ftrike off all Service I have done,
In most accepted pain.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,

And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas (hall have
What he requests of us: Good Diomede,
Furnish you fairly for this enterchange;

With all, bring Word, if Hector will to Morrow
Be answer'd in his Challenge. Ajax is ready.

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