Enter Troilus and Ulyffes, after them Therfites.

Ul. Stand where the torch may not discover us.

Enter Creffida.

Troi, Creffida come forth to him?

Dio. How now, my charge?

Cre. Now, my fweet guardian; hark, a wora with

you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar?

[Whispers.

Uly. She will fing to any man at first sight.

Ther. And any man may fing to her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?

Cre. Remember? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be cou

pled with your words.

Troi. What should she remember?

Uly. Lift,

Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther. Roguery

Dio. Nay, then

Gre. I'll tell you what.

Dio, Pho! pho! come, tell a pin, you are a for fworn

Gre. In faich, I can't: what would you have me do ?Ther. A juggling trick, to be fecretly open.

Din. What did you fwear you would beltow on me? Cre. I prythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek,

Dio. Good night.

Troi. Hold, patience.

Uly. How now, Trojan?

Gre. Diomede,

Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.

Troi. Thy better mult.

Gre. Hark, one word in your ear.

Troi. O plague and madness!

Uly. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray

Left your difpleature thould enlarge itself

To wrathful terms; this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly: I beseech you go..

[you.

Troi. Behold, I pray you

Uh. Good my Lord, go off:

You fly to great distraction: come, my Lord.
Troi, I pr ́ythce, stay,

Uk. You have not patience; come.

Troi. I pray you stay ; by hell, and by hell's torments, I will not speak a word.

Dis. And fo good night.

Cre. Nay, but you part in anger?

Troi; Doth that grieve thee? Q wither'd truth i

Uh. Why, how now, Lord?

Trai. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian,—why Greek-

Dio Pho, pho, adieu! you palter.

Gre. In faith I do not

come hither once again.

[go?

Uiys. You shake, my Lord, at fomething; will you

You will break out?

Troi. She ftrokes his cheek

Ulf. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, flay; by Jove, I will not fpeak a word. There is between my will and all offences.

A guard of patience: ftay a little while.

Ther. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles thefe together! fry, lechery, fry!— Dio. But will you then?

Gre, in faith I will, la; never trust me else.

Dis. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Unf. You have fworn patience.
Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord,

I will not be myfelf, nor have cognition

Of what I feel I am all patience.

SCENE

IV.

Re enter Creffida.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this fleeve,
Troi O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulf. My Lord,

Troi 1 will be patient, outwardly, I will.

[Exit.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve; behold it well :

He lov'd me :-O false wench!--Giv't me again,

Dio. Whofe was't?

Gre. It is no matter, now I have't again,

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:

I prythee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Gre. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.

Gre. O all ye gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge; : Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

As I kifs thee.

[Diomedes fnatches the fleeve..

Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

He that takes that, mult take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did swear patience..

Gre. You fhall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: whofe was it?

Gre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was!

[fhall not:

Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will.. But, now you have it, take it.

-Dio. Whofe was it?

Gre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder

And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm,

And grieve his fpirit that dares not challenge it.

Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor't it on thy horn,.

It should be challeng'd.

Gre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is

I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel.

[not

-one cannot fpeak a word,,

Thou never shalt mock Diomede again..

Cre. You fhall not go ;

But it straight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor 1, by Pluto: but that that likes not you,^,

pleases me belt.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come:-O Jove !do, come :

I fhall be plagued.

Dio. Farewel till then..

i. e. the stars which the points to

[Exit..

Cre. Good night: I pr'ythee come.
Troilus, farewel; one eye yet locks on thee.
But with my heart the other eye doth fee.-
Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of cur eye directs our mind.
What error leads, must err: O then conclude,
Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

SCENE V.

[Exit.

Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publifh more; Unless the fay, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ubf All's done, my Lord.

Troi It is.

U

Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was spoke:
But if I tell how thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publifhing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An efperance fo obftinately ftrong,

That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears;
As if thole organs had deceptious functions,.
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creffi here?

Uly I cannot conjure, Trojan..

Troi. She was not, fure..

Ulf. Moft fure she was,

Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafle of madness. Ul. Nor mine, my Lord: Creffid was here but now.. Troi. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To tubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to iquare all the fex

By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Ul. What hath the done, Prince, that can foil our mothers?

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she.

Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes? Troi. This he? no, this is Diomede's Creffida.

If beauty have a foul, this is not the:

If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,, ndimony be the gods' delight,,

If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not she. O madness of discourse !
That caufe fets up with and against thyfelf!
Bi-fold authority! where reaion can revolt
Without perdition, and lots * aflume all reafon
Without revolt. This is, and is not Creflid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate.
Divides far wider than the fky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this divifion.
Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle.
As flight Arachne's broken woof to enter.
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as Pluto's gates!
Creffid is mine, tied with the bonds of Heav'n;.
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heav'n itself!
The bonds of heav'n are flipp'd, diffolv'd, and loos'd;
And with another knot five-finger-tied,.

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy relics.
Of her o'er eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Uly. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion does exprefs?

Troi. Ay, Greek, and that thall be divulged well,
In characters, as red as Mars his heart.

Inflam'd with Venus-ne'er did young man fancy.
With-fo eternal, and fo fix'd a foul-

Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomede.
That fleeve is mine that he'll bear in his helm :
Were it a cafk compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout
Which fhipmen do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mass by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his defcent, than fhall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomede.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe ! Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name,

And they'll feem glorious.

perdition and lofs are both ufed in the very fame fenfe, and that an odd one, to fignity unreasonableness.