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Achil. Thou must be my ambaffador to him, Therfites. Ther. Who, I?why, he'll anfwer no body; he profeffes not answering; fpeaking 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.

Achil. To him, Patroclus tell him, I humbly defire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent, and to procure fafe conduct for his perfon of the magnanimous and most illuftrious, fix or seven times honour'd, Captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this. Pat. Jove blefs great Ajax.

Ther. Hum

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

Pat. Who moft humbly defires you to invite Hector to his tent.

Ther. Hum

Pat. And to procure fafe conduct from Agamemnon.
Ther. Agamemnon !-

Pat. Ay, my Lord.

Ther. Ha!

Pat. What fay you to't?

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

Pat. Your anfwer, Sir.

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven a clock it will go one way or other; howfoever, he fhall 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 mufick will be in him, when Hector has knock'd out his brains, I know not. But I am fure none; unless the fidler Apollo get his finews to make Catlings on.

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

Ther.

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

Acbil. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirr'd, And I myself fee not the bottom of it.

[Exit. Ther. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an afs at it; I had rather be a tick in a fheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exe.

ACT IV. SCENE I.
A Street in TROY.

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

PARIS.

EE, ho! who is that there?

Dei. It is the Lord Eneas.

Ene. Is the Prince there in perfon?
Had I fo good occafion to lye long,

As you, Prince Paris, nought but heav'nly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. That's my mind too: good-morrow, Lord Æneas.
Par. A valiant Greek, Eneas, 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.

Ene. Health to you, valiant Sir!
During all queftion of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
As heart can think, or courage execute !

Dio. The one and th' other Diomede embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm, and fo long, health;
But when contention and occafion meet,

By Jove I'll play the hunter for thy life,

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With all my force, purfuit and policy.

Ene. And thou fhalt hunt a lion that will flie

With his face back
Welcome to Troy
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in human gentleness now by Anchifes' life, by Venus' hand I swear,

No man alive can love in fuch a fort

The thing he means to kill, more excellently.
Dio. We fympathize. Jove, let Æneas live
(If to my fword 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.
Ene. We know each other well.

Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse.
Par. This is the most defpightful, gentle greeting,
The nobleft, hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
What bufinefs, Lord, fo early?

Ene. I was fent for to the King; but why, I know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'twas, to bring this Greek To Calchas' houfe, and there to render him

(For the enfree'd Antenor) the fair Creffid.
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Hafte there before. I conftantly do think
(Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night.
Roufe him, and give him note of our approach;
With the whole quality whereof, I fear,
We fhall be much unwelcome.

Ene. That affure you.

Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece,
Than Crefid born from Troy.

Par. There is no help;

The bitter difpofition of the time

Will have it fo. On, Lord, we'll follow you.

Ene. Good morrow all.

[Exit.

Par. And tell me, noble Diomede; tell me true,

Ev'n in the foul of good found fellowship,

Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen moft?

My

My felf, or Menelaus ?

Dio. Both alike.

He merits well to have her that doth feek her
(Not making any scruple of her foilure,)
With fuch a hell of pain, and world of charge.
And you as well to keep her, that defend her
(Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)
With fuch a coftly lofs 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'd to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits pois'd, each weighs "nor lefs nor more,
But he as you, the 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 Grecian's life hath funk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,

A Trojan hath been flain. Since she could speak,
She hath not giv'n fo many good words breath,
As, for her, Greeks and Trojans fuffer'd death.
Par. Fair Diomede, you do as chapmen do,
Difpraise the thing that you defire to buy:
But we in filence hold this virtue well;

We'll not commend 'what w'intend not to fell.>
Here lyes our way.

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Pandarus's House.

Enter Troilus and Creffida.

EAR, trouble not yourfelf; the morn is cold.
Cre. Then, fweet my Lord, I'll call my uncle

He shall unbolt the gates.

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To bed, to bed fleep, feal thofe pretty eyes,
And give as foft attachment to thy fenfes,
As infants empty of all thought!

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Cre. Good-morrow then.

Troi. I pr'ythee now to bed.

Cre. Are you a weary of me?

Troi. O Creffida! 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 not from thee.

Cre. Night hath been too brief.

Troi. Befhrew the witch! with venomous wights fhe

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Tedious as hell; but flies the grafps of love,

With wings more momentary-fwift than thought:
You will catch cold, and curfe me.

Cre. Pr'ythee tarry :

You men will never tarry

"foolish Creffida!

I might have still held off, and then you would
Have tarried longer. Hark, there is one up.
Pan. [Within.] What! all the doors open here?
Troi. It is your uncle.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. A peftilence on him! now will he be mocking; I fhall have fuch a life

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

Cre. Go hang your felf, you naughty mocking uncle: You bring me to do and then you flout me too.

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

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

Pan. Ha, ha! alas poor wretch; a poor "Capocchia,

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