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“ Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too, O beart,-as the goodly saying is,
O beart, O beavy heart, “ Wby hgb'A thou without breaking ? 16 where he answers again,
"! Because thou can't not ease thy smart;
“ By friendship, nor by speaking: " there was never a truer rhime. Let us cast away no“ thing, for we may live to have need of such a verse ;
we see it, we see it. How now, lambs ?
Tro. Cresid, I love thee in fo ftrain'd a purity;
Cre. Have the gods envy?
Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance
into a loose adieu ; And scants us with a single familh d kiss, Diftarted with the salt of broken tears
This speech is truely Sbakespearean, and very favourable to the
“ Æn. [within.] My lord ! lord Troilus! is the lady
“ Tro. Hark! you are call's : fome say, the Genius fo. “ Cries, Come, to him that instantly must die.“ Bid them have patience ; lhe shall come anon. “ Pan. Where are my tears'rain, rain, to lay this.
" wind, " Or my poor heart will be blown up by the root.
-[Exit Pandarusa Cre. I must then to the Grecians ? Tro. No remedy.
“ Cre. A woeful Creid 'mongst the merry Greeks. · When shall we see again? “ Tro. Hear me, my love : be thou but true of heart. « Cre. I true ! how now? what nicked deem is this?
“ Tro. Nay, we must cse expoftulation kindly, 16 For it is parting from us. " I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; “ For I will throw my glove to death himself, “ That there's no maculation in thy heart : “ But, be thou true, say I, to fashion in
My sequent protestation ; be thou true, " And I will see thee.
“ Cre. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers • As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. “ Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this
Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels,
Cre. O heavens! be true, again ?
Tro. Hear why I speak it, love: The Grecian youths
Cie. O circos! ! ) i jove Icel:il.
Tro. Die I a villain then ! In this I do not call your faith in question, So mainly as my merit: I cannot fing, Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, Nor play at subtle games ; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnantis But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts moft cunningly; but be not tempted
Cre. Do you think, I will ?
Æne. [within.] Nay, good my lord, -
Tro. Good brother, come you hithers
Cre. My lord, will you be true ?:
“ Tra. 'Who, II alas, it is my vice, my fault: " While others fish with craft for great opinion, “ I with great truth catch meer fimplicity; “ Whilft fome with cunning gild their copper crowns, “ With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. “ Fear not my truth; the moral of my wit 4. Is-plain, and true, there's all the reach of it.
Enter Paris; Diomed, and Æneas..
Dio. Fair lady Creffida
Pleads your fair usage ; and to Diomed
“ Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteoudy,
“ Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus :
Tro. Come, to the port :-“I tell thee, Diomed,
[Exeunt Tro. and Cre. Trumpet beard. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.
Æne. How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remifs, That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field wich him.
[Exeunt. SCENE V. The Grecian Camp: Lifts set out;
Attendants, and People, waiting. Flourish.
nelaus, Ulysses, and others ; with Ajax, arm'd.
Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now.crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe ; Blow, villain, 'till thy sphered bias cheek Qut-swell the cholic of puft Aquilon : Come, stretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'ft for Hector.
Uly. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait,
Enter Diomed and Attendants, with Cresiida.
Uly. Yet is the kindness but particular; "Twere better, she were kiss'd in general *
Nef. And very courtly counsel : I'll begin.So much for Neftor.
Ach. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome.
Men. I had good argument for kisting once.
Pat. But that's no argument for killing now :
“ Uly. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns ! - For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns.
“ Pat. The firit was Menelaus' kiss ; this, mine : 6. Patroclus kisses you.
" Men. O, this is trim ! 6. Pat, Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. “ Men. I'll have my kiss, fir :-Lady, by your leave. “ Cre. In kifling, do you render, or receive : “ Pat. Both take and give.
“ Cre. I'll make my match to live, “ The kiss you take is better than you give ; “ Therefore no kiss.
* A poor pun, rather unworthy Ulyses