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Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.'

Ther. Who, 1 ?—why, he'll answer no body ; he prosesses not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in's arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make his demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.

Acbil. To him, Patroclus » tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent, and to procure sase con- j duct for his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious, fix or seven times honour'd, Captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this.

Pat. Jove bless great Ajax.

Ther. Hum .

Pat. I come from the worthy Achilles. ther. Ha!

Pat. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent. Ther. Hum >

Pat. And to procure fase conduct from Agamemnon.
Tber. Agamemnon /——■——
Pat. Ay, my Lord.
Ther. Ha!

Pat. What fay you to't?

Ther. God be wi'you, with all my heart.

Pat. Your answer, Sir.

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven a clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.

Pat. Your answer, Sir.

Ther. Fare ye well with all my heart.

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

Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus: what musick will be in him, when Hector has knock'd out his brains, I know not. But I am sure none; unless - the fidler Apollo get his sinews to make Cadings on.

Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.

Ther.

tter. Let me carry another to his horse; for that's the more capable creature.

Achil. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirr'd, And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exit.

"fber. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it; I had rather be a rick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [£*?.

A C T IV. S C E N E I.
A Street in Tro Y.

Ejtter at one door Æneas with a torch; at another., Paris,
Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomede with torches.

Paris.

SEE, ho! who is that there?
Dei. It is the Lord Æneas.
Æne. Is the Prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to lye long,
As you, Prince Paris, nought but heav'nly businesi
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Dio. That's my mind too: good-morrow, Lord Æneas.
Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas, take his hand;
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told, how Diomede a whole week by days
Did haunt you in the field.

Æne. Health to you, valiant Sirl
During all question of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm'd, as black desiance
As heart can think, or courage execute!

Die. The one and th' other Diomede embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm, and so long, health;
But when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove I'll play the hunter for thy lise,

V 1 E 3 With

With all my force, pursuit and policy.

Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion that will fiie
With his face back —• in human gentleness
Welcome to Troy *— now by Anchises' lise,
Welcome indeed — by Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love in such a sort
The thing he mean6 to kill, more excellently.

Dio. We sympathize. Jove, let Æneas live
(If to my sword his fate be not the glory)
A thousand compleat courses of the fun:
But in mine emulous honour let him die,
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow.

Æne. We know each other well.

Dio. We do and long to know each other worse.

Par. This is the most despightsul, gentle greeting, The noblest, hatesul love, that e'er I heard of. What business, Lord, so early?

Æne. J was sent for to the King; but why, I know not.

Par. His purpose meets you ; twas, to bring this Greek
To Calcbas' house, and there to render him
(For the ensree'd Antenor) the fair Crefid.
Let's have your company ; or, if you please,
Haste there before. I constantly do think
(Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge)
My brother Troihs lodges there to-night.
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach;
With the whole quality whereof, I sear,
We shall be much unwelcome.

Æne. That assure you.
Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece,
Than Creffid born from Troy.

Par. There is no help;
The bitter dispofition of the time
Will have it so. On, Lord, we'll follow you.

Æne. Good morrow all. [Exit.

Par. And tell me, noble Dietnede; tell me true,
Ev'n in the soul of good sound sellowship,
Who in your thoughts nrerits fair Helen most?

My My self, or Menelaus?

Dio. Both alike.
He merits well to have her that doth leek her
(Not making any scruple of her soilure,)
With such a hell of pain, and world of charge.
And you as well to keep her, that desend her
(Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)
With such a costly loss 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^ to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits pois'd, each weighs 7'norN less nor more,
But he *'as you, theN heavier for a whore.

Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman.

Dio. She's bitter to her country : hear me, Paris,
For ev'ry false drop in her baudy veins
A Grecians lise hath sunk for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been stain. Since (he could speak,
She hath not giv'n so many good words breath,
As, for her, Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.

Par. Fair Diomede, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
But we in silence hold this virtue well;
We'll not commend ''what w'intend not to sell.%
Here lyes our way. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.
Pandarus'j House.
Enter Troilus and Cressida.

Trot. 'P\EAR, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.

U Cre. Then, sweet my Lord, I'll call my uncle He shall unbolt the gates. [down:

E 4 Trot.

7 no 8 as he, which 9 what we intend to sell.

Trot. Trouble him not———

To bed, to bed — sleep, seal those pretty eyes,

And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants empty of all thought!
. Cre. Good-morrow then.

Trot. 1 pr'ythee now to bed.

Cre. Are you a weary of me?

Trot. O Crejjida! but that the bufie day,
Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would net from thee.

Cre. Night hath been too brief.

Trot. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights Ihe stays

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

Cre. Pr'ythee tarry:
You men will never tarry ■ ''foolisiY Crejstia I
] might have still held off, and then you would
'Have tarried longer.N Hark, there is one up.

Pan. [Within.] What! all the doors open here?

Trot. It is your uncle.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking; I {hall have such a lise .

Pan. How now, how now ? how go maiden-heads? Hear you, maid; where's my cousin Crejsid?

Cre. Go hang your self, you naughty mocking uncle r You bring me to do — and then you flout me too.

Pan. To do what? to do what? let her say what: What have I brought you to do?

Cre. Come, come, beshrew your heart; you'll ne'er be good; nor suffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha! alas poor wretch; a poor l'Capoahia^

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