There never was a truer rhyme. Let us caft away no¬ thing, for we may live to have need of fuch a verfe; wę fee it, we fee it-How now, lambs?

Troi. Creffid, I love thee" in so strain'd a purity,
That the bleft gods-as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities-take thee from me,
Cre. Have the gods envy?

Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a cafe.
Cre. And is it true, that I must go from Troy?
Troi. A hateful truth.

Cre. What, and from Troilus too?
Troi. From Troy, and Troilus.
Cre. Is it poffible?

Troi. And fuddenly; where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, juftles roughly by
All time of paufe, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Our lock'd embrafures, ftrangles our dear vows
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath;
We two, that with fo many thousand fighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one,
Injurious time now, with a robber's hafte,
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how;
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

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With distinct breath and confign'd kiffes to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

And scants us with a fingle famifh'd kifs,

Diftafted with the falt of broken tears,

Eneas [within.] My lord! is the lady ready?

Troi. Hark! you are call'd; Some fay, the Genius so

in fo ftrain'd a purity,]-to such an excess. • fancy,]-paffion,
embrafures,]-embraces,
9 confign'd]-fealed.

Cries, Come! to him that inftantly muft die,-
Bid them have patience; fhe fhall come anon,

Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind,
Or my heart will be blown up by the root.

Cre. I must then to the Grecians?

Troi. No remedy.

[Exit Pan.

Cre. A woeful Creffid 'mongst the ' merry Greeks!-When shall we see again?

Troi. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart, — Cre. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? Troi. Nay, we must use expoftulation kindly,

For it is parting from us :

I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;

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For I will throw my glove to death himself,

That there's no maculation in thy heart:

But, be thou true, fay I, to fashion in
My fequent proteftation; be thou true,
And I will fee thee.

Cre. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers
As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true,

Troi. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this

" fleeve.

Cre. And you this glove. w this glove.

When shall I see you?

Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels,

To give thee nightly visitation.

But yet, be true.

Cre. O heavens!-be true, again?

Troi. Hear why I fpeak it, love: The Grecian youths

merry

Greeks!]-Prov." As merry as a grig, or Greek." throw my glove to death himself,]-challenge death himself on thy fidelity. t to fashion in]-to introduce. Sleeve.]-probably a loose part of his dress, embellished with fome fuitable device.

glove.]-worn as a favour on the helmet of lovers in honour of their mistress.

Are

Are well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing,
And fwelling 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 sin)
Makes me afeard.

Cre. O heavens! you love me not.

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 lavolt, nor fweeten talk,.
Nor play at fubtle games; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and
But I can tell, that in each grace of these
There lurks a ftill and dumb-difcourfive devil,
That tempts moft cunningly: but be not tempted,
Cre. Do you think, I will?

Troi. No.

pregnant:

But fomething may be done, that we will not;
And fometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Prefuming on their changeful potency.

Eneas [within.] Nay, good my lord,-
Troi. Come, kifs; and let us part.
Paris [within.] Brother Troilus !
Troi. Good brother, come you hither;
And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you.
Cre. My lord, will you be true?

Troi. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
While others fish with craft for great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere fimplicity;

* beel the high lavolt,]-dance and caper.

Y mere fimplicity]-a plain fimple approbation, the humble palm of plain integrity.

Whilft fome with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainnefs I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth; the moral of

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my

wit

Is-plain, and true,-there's all the reach of it.

Enter Eneas, Paris, and Diomed,

Welcome, fir Diomed! here is the lady,
Whom for Antenor we deliver yoụ:

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At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand;
And, by the way, 'poffefs thee what she is.
Entreat her fair; and, by my foul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou stand at mercy of my fword,
Name Creffid, and thy life fhall be as fafe
As Priam is in Ilion.

Dio. Fair lady Creflid,

So please you; fave the thanks this prince expects:
The luftre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair ufage; and to Diomed

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You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.

Troi. Grecian, thou doft not use me courteously,

To shame the zeal of my petition to thee,

In praifing her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
She is as far high-foaring o'er thy praises,
As thou unworthy to be call'd her fervant.
I charge thee, ufe her well, even for my charge;
For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,

2 the moral]-chief merit, its highest recommendation.
the port,]-the gate.

poffefs thee what he is.]-inform, acquaint thee with her chaFacter, "Is he yet poffefs'd ?"

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MERCHANT OF VENICE, Vol. II. p. 96.

Anth.

Save the thanks]-accept this my address, in lieu of the thanks, &c. To fame the zeal of my petition to thee,]-in treating my zealous petition fo negligently as to afford it no other answer, but what applies folely to the lady-the feal-Thus to flight the terms on which I promised thee life, merely for the fake of paying a compliment to Crefid.

Though

Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I'll cut thy throat.

Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus:
Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message,
To be a fpeaker free; when I am hence,
I'll answer to my luft: And know you, lord,
I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She shall be priz'd; but that you say-be't so,
I fpeak it in my fpirit and honour,-no.

Troi. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed,
This brave fhall oft make thee to hide thy head.-
Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk,

To our own felves bend we our needful talk.

[Exeunt Troilus, Creffida, and Diomedes. Sound trumpet, Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.

Ene. How have we fpent 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;

Let us make ready ftraight.

Ene. 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 fingle chivalry.

SCENE V.

The Grecian Camp.

[Exeunt.

Enter Ajax arm'd, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, &c.

Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage.

Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,

in appointment, &c.]-in thy accoutrements-ambitious of getting

the start of thy challenger,

Thou