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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 fweeten talk,
Nor play at fubtle games; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are moft prompt and
But I can tell, that in each grace of thefe
There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil,
That tempts moft cunningly; but be not tempted
Cre. Do you think, I will ?

Tro. No.

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But fomething may be done, that we will not ;;
And fometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,›
Prefuming on their changeful potency.
Ene. [within.] Nay, good my lord,—
Tro. Come, kifs; and let us part.
Par. [within.] Brother Troilus!
Tro. Good brother, come you hither
And bring Eneas, and the Grecian, with you.
Cre. My lord, will you be true?

"Tro. Who, I 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 "Is-plain, and true,-there's all the reach of it. Enter Paris, Diomed, and Eneas..

Welcome, fir Diomed! here is the lady,
Which for Antenor we deliver you:
At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand;
And, by the way, poffefs thee what the is.
Entreat her fair; and, by my foul, fair Greek,
If ere thou ftand at mercy of my fword,
Name Creffid,, and thy life shall be as safe.
As Priam is in Ilion.

Dio. Fair lady Crefidi.

So please you, fave the thanks this prince expects.
The luftre in your eye,, heaven in your cheek,,

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Pleads your fair ufage; and to Diomed

You fhall be mistress, and command him wholly.
"Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
"To fhame the zeal of my petition to thee,
"In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
"She is as far high-foaring o'er thy praises,
"As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant.
"I charge thee, ufe her well, even for my charge;
"For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou doft not,
"Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
"I'll cut thy throat.

"Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus:
"Let me be priviledg'd by my place, and meffage,
"To be a speaker free; when I am hence,
"I'll answer to my luft: and know you, lord,
"I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She fhall be priz'd; but that you fay-be't fo,
"I speak it in my spirit and honour, no.

Tro. Come, to the port :-"I tell thee, Diomed,
This brave fhall oft make thee to hide thy head.—
Lady, give me your hand! and, as we walk,
To our own felves bend we our needful talk.

[Exeunt Tro. and Cre. Trumpet beard.

Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.

Ane. How have we spent this morning! The prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him to the field.

Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with

him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. The Grecian Camp: Lifts fet out;
Attendants, and People, waiting. Flourish.

Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Achilles, Patroclus, Me-
nelaus, Ulyffes, and others; with Ajax, arm'd.
Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating time with starting courage.
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
May pierce the head of the great combatant,
And hale him hither.

Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and fplit thy brazen pipe;
Blow, villain, 'till thy fphered bias cheek
Out-fwell the cholic of puft Aquilon:

Come, ftretch thy cheft, and let thy eyes. fpout blood;
Thou blow'ft for Hector.

Uly. No trumpet answers.

Ach. 'Tis but early day.

[Parle founded.

Aga. Is not yon' Diomed, with Calchas' daughter?

Uly. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait,

He rifes on the toe; that spirit of his

In afpiration lifts him from the earth.

Enter Diomed and Attendants, with Creffida.

Aga. Is this the lady Creffida?

Dio. Even she.

Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet lady.
Nef. Our general doth falute you with a kiss.
Uly. Yet is the kindness but particular;

"Twere better, fhe were kifs'd in general *.
Nef. And very courtly counfel: 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 kiffing once.

Pat. But that's no argument for kiffing now: For thus popt Paris in his hardiment;

And parted thus you and your argument.

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Uly. O deadly gall, and theme of all our fcorns! For which we lofe our heads, to gild his horns. "Pat. The first was Menelaus' kifs; this, mine: "Patroclus kiffes you.

"Men. O, this is trim!

"Pat. Paris, and I, kifs evermore for him.

"Men. I'll have my kiss, fir :-Lady, by your leave.

"Cre. In kiffing, 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 Ulysses.

"Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three tor one. “Cre. You're an odd man; give even, or give none. "Men. An odd man, 'lady? every man is odd. "Cre. No, Paris is not; for, you know, 'tis true, "That you are odd, and he is even with you. "Men. You fillip me o'the head.

"Cre. No, I'll be sworn.

"Uly. It were no match, your nail against his horn. "May I, fweet lady, beg a kifs of you ?

"Cre. You may.

"Uly. I do defire it.

"Cre. Why, beg then.

"Uly. Why then, for Venus' fake, give me a kifs, “When Helen is a maid again, and his.

“Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. "Uly. Never's my day, and then a kifs of you. "Dio. Lady, a word; I'll bring you to your father. [Exeunt Dio. and Cre "Nef. A woman of quick sense.

"Uly. Fie, fie upon her!

"There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
"Nay, her foot speaks: her wanton spirits look out
"At every joint and motive of her body.

"O these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
"That give a coafting welcome ere it comes,
"And wide unclafp the tables of their thoughts
"To every tickling reader! set them down
"For fluttish fpoils of opportunity,
"And daughters of the game.

All. The Trojans' trumpet.

Aga. Yonder comes the troop.

[Trumpet beard

Flourish. Enter Hector, arm'd; Troilus, and other Trojans, with him; Æneas preceding.

Ene. Hail all the ftate of Greece! What shall be

done to him

That victory commands! Or do you purpose,

A victor fhall be known? will you, the knights

Shall to the edge of all extremity

Purfue each other; or fhall they be divided:

By

By any voice or order of the field?

Hector bade ask.

Aga. Which way would Hector have it

Ene. He cares not, he'll obey conditions.
Ach. 'Tis done like Hector; but fecurely done,
A little proudly, and great deal mifprifing.

The knight oppos'd.

Ene. If not Achilles, fir,

What is your name?

Ach. If not Achilles, nothing.

Ene. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, know this, In the extremity of great and little,

Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
The one almoft as infinite as all,

The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy:
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood;
In love whereof, half Hector stays at home;.
Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to feek
This blended knight, half Trojan, and half Greek..
Ach. A maiden battle then O, I perceive you..

Re-enter Diomed.

Aga. Here is fir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight,, Stand by our Ajax: As you and lord Æneas Confent upon the order of their fight,.

So be it; either to the uttermoft,

Or elfe a breath: the combatants being kin,
Half flints their ftrife before their strokes begin..

[Ajax and Hector enter the Lifts, Æneas and Diomed marshaling: Greeks range themselves on one fide, and Trojans upon the other, without Aga. Ulyffes,

What Trojan is that fame, that looks so heavy?
Uly. The youngest fon of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word;
Speaking in deeds, and deedlefs in his tongue;
Not foon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, foon calm'd:
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he fhews;
Yet gives he not 'till judgment guide his bounty,

Nor

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