(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 borne to Greece,
Than Crefid borne 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?
Myfelf or Menelaus?

Dio. Both alike.'

He merits well to have her, that doth feek her,
(Not making any fcruple 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 difhonour)
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 lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors;
Both merits pois'd, each weighs no less nor more,
But he as he, which heavier for a whore.

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

For ev'ry falfe 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 fhe could fpeak,
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;

❤ie. a piece of wine out of which the spirit is all fown.

We'll not commend what we intend not fell.

Here lies our way.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt..

Changes to Pandarus's house.

Enter Troilus and Creffida.

Troi. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cre. Then, fweet my Lord, I'll call my uncle down: He fhall unbolt the gates.

Troi. Trouble him not

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

Cre. Good morrow then,

Troi. I pr'ythee now, to bed.

Cre. Are you a weary of me?

Troi. O Creffida! but that the busy 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 weights she stays,

"Tedious as hell; but flies the grafps of love,

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

Cre. Pr'ythee, tarry-you men will never tarryO foolish Creffida- I might have (till held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark, there's 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;

1 fhall have fuch a life

Pan. How now, how now; how go maidenheads? Hear you, maid; where's my coufin Creffida?

Gre. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle: You bring me to do and then you flout me too. 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 never be good, nor fuffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha alas, poor wretch; a poor Capocchia,-haft not flept to-night? would he not (a naughty man) let it fleep? a bugbear take him! [One knocks. Cre. Did not I tell you?'would he were knock'd o' th' head! who's that at door? - good uncle, go, and fee-my Lord, come you again into my chamber; you fimile and mock ine, as if I meant naughtily. Troi. Ha, ha

Cre. Come, you are deceived, I think of no fuch

thing.

How earnestly they knock-pray you, come in. [Knock. I would not for half Troy have you feen here. [Exeunt. Pan Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? how now? what's the matter?

SCENE HÍ. Enter Æneas.

Ane. Good morrow, Lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Æneas? by my troth, I knew you not; what news with you so early? Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here?

Pan Here! what fhould he do here?

Ene. Come, be is here, my Lord, do not deny him, It doth import him much to speak with me.

Pan, is he here, lay you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be fworn; for my own part, I came in late: what fhould he do here?

Ene. Pho!nay, then :---- come, 'come, you'll do him wrong ere y'are aware: you'll be fo true to him, to be falfe to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go. [As Pandarus is going out, Enter Troilus.

Troi. How now? what's the matter?

Ene. My Lord, I fcarce have leiture to falute you, My matter is fo rafh: there is at hand

Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,

The Grecian Diomede, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Ere the fift facrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand

The Lady Creffida.

Troi. Is it concluded fo?

Ene. By Priam, and the general ftate of Troy, They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Troi. How my atchievements mock me!

I will go meet them; and (my Lord Æneas)
We met by chance, you did not find me here,

Ane. Good, good, my Lord; the fecreteft of natures Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Enter Creffida to Pandarus.

Pan. Is't poffible? no fooner got, but loft: the devit take Antenor! the young Prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck!

Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here?
Pan. Ab, ah!

Gre. Why figh you fo profoundly? where's my Lord? gone! tell me, fweet uncle, what's the matter?

Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!

Gre. O the gods! what's the matter?

Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'would thou hadft ne'er been born: I knew thou would'st be his death. O poor gentleman! a plague upon Antenor !

Gre. Good uncle, I befeech you on my knees, I befeech you, what's the matter?

Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone: thou art chang'd for Antenor; thou must go to thy fa ther, and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death: 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.

Gre. O you immortal gods! I will not go.
Pan. Thou must.

Cre. I will not, uncle: I've forgot my father,
I know no touch of confanguinity :

No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me,
As the fweet Troilus. O you gods divine !

Make Creffid's name the very crown of falfelrood,

If ever the leave Troilus. Time, Force, and Death
Do to this body what extremes you can;

But the ftrong bafe and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all to it. I'll go and weep,-

Pan. Do, do.

Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised

cheeks,

Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart With founding Troilus. I'll not go from Troy. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Before Pandarus's houfe,

Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes.

Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek

Comes faft upon us: good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what fhe is to do,
And hafte her to the purpose.

Troi. Walk into her houfe :
I'll bring her to the Grecian prefently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus
A priest, there offering to it his heart.
Par. I know what 'tis to love;

And 'would, as I fhall pity, I could help!
Please you, walk in, my Lords.

SCENE VI.

[Exeunt.

VI. An apartment in Pandarus's house.
Enter Pandarus and Creffida.

Pan, Be moderate, be moderate.
Gre. Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full. perfect that I tafte,
And in its fenfe is no less strong than that
Which caufeth it. How can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,.
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:
My love admits no qualifying drofs:

Enter Troilus.

No more my grief, in fuch a precious lofs.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes,-a, fweet duck !Cre. O Troilus, Troilus!