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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 safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illuftrious, fix-or-leven-times-honour'd captain-general of the of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this.

Patr. Jove bless great Ajax !
Ther. Hum!
Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles.
Ther. Ha!

Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hector to his tent.

Tber. Hum!
Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon.
Ther. Agamemnon?
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Ther. Ha!
Patr. What say you to't ?
Ther. God be wi’you, with all my heart.
Patr. Your answer, Sir.

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other ; howsoever, he shall


for me ere he has me.

Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. Fare you 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 fiddler Apollo get his finews to make catlings on.

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

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for that's the more capable creature. i catlings]-fiddle-Strings.

Acbil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirrid; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt Achilles, and Patroclus. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit.



A Street in Troy.

Enter ct one door Æneas, and Servant, with a torch ; at

another, Paris, Deiphobus. Antenor, and Diomed, &c. with torches.

Par. See, ho! who is that there?
Dei. It is the lord Æneas.

Æne. Is the prince there in person ?-
Had I fo good occasion to lie long,
As you, prince Paris, nought but heavenly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Dio. That's my mind too. Good morrow, lord

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas ; take his hand :
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.

Æne. Health to you, valiant fir,
* During all question of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute.

. During all question of the gentle truce:]-This interval of converse indulged to mutual civilities.

Dio. The one and other Diomed 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 life,
With all my force, pursuit, and policy.

Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
"With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in such a fort,
The thing he means to kill, more excellently.

Dio. We sympathize: Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete 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 despightful gentle greeting,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early ?
Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know

not. Par. *His purpose meets you ; 'Twas to bring this

To Calchas' house; and there to render him
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid :
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us : I constantly do think,
(Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,

w With his face backward.]-Fighting as he retreats.
* His purpose meets you ;]-I bear you his orders.

With the whole ' quality wherefore: I fear, .
We shall be much unwelcome.

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

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

. Æne. Good morrow, all.

Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true,
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,-
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Myself, or Menelaus?

Dio. Both alike:
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her
(Not making any scruple of her ? soylure)
With such a hell of pain, and world of charge ;

you as well to keep her, that defend 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 lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors :
Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whor

Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris,

false drop in her bawdy veins

For every

y quality wherefore a-fubftance of this business. Joylure)-stain, pollution. (Not palating the tafie of her dishonour)]--whose delicacy is not

tamed piece 3)—broached vessel. ner mere ; &c.]-than the other, but both are the heavier for kaving a whore's weight added to their own. VOL. III.


A Gre.

hurt by it.

A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been sain : since she could speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath,
As for her Greeks and Trojans fuffer'd death.

Par. Fair Diomed, 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 we intend d to sell.
Here lies our way.


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Pandarus' House.

Enter Troilus, and Cresda. Troi. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.

Cre. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down, He shall unbolt the gates.

Troi. Trouble him not;
To bėd, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
*And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants' empty of all thought !

Cre. Good morrow then.
Troi. I pr’ychee now, to bed.
Cre. Are you aweary of me?

Troi. O Cressida! but that the busy day,
Wak'd by the lark, has rouz'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would not from thee.

Cre. Night hath been too brief,

d condemn -not full.

e kill]-close. And give as soft attachment to]-and seize as softly on.

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