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Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, 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. Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dan
gers As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear
this sleeve. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
O heavens —be true, again?
O heavens! you love me not.
Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,
Cres. Do you think, I will?
Æne. [Within.] Nay, good my lord,-
Come, kiss; and let us part.
Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. .
Cres. 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 mere simplicity; Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. Fear not my truth; the moral of
wit Is-plain, and true,--there's all the reach of it.
Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and
Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,
Fair lady Cressid,
Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece, She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost 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 privileg'd by my place, and message, To be a speaker free; when I am hence, I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, I'll nothing do on charge: To her own worth She shall be priz'd; but that you say-be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-no.
Tro. Come, to the port.-—I'll tell thee, Diomed, This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head. Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. [Ereunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomed.
[Trumpet heard. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.
Æne. How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field
with him. Dei. Let us make ready straight.
Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie On his fair worth, and single chivalry. [Ereunt.
THE GRECIAN CAMP.
LISTS SET OUT.
Enter Ajar, arm’d; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus,
Menclaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and Others.
Ajax. Thon, trumpet, there's my purse.
blood; Thou blow'st for Hector.
Ulyss. No trumpet answers.
'Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daugh
Enter Diomed, with Cressila,
Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; 'Twere better, she were kiss'd in general.
Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin. So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair
lady: Achilles bids you welcome.
Men. I had good argument for kissing once.
Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you
your argument. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns.
Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss ;—this, mine: Patroclus kisses you.
O, this is trim!