Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; But, be thou true, say I, to fashion in 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, To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens!-be true, again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality; They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature. flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Makes me afeard. Cres. O heavens! you love me not. Tro. Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and preg nant: But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted. Cres. Do you think, I will? Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Ene. [Within.] Nay, good my lord, Tro. Come, kiss; and let us part. Par. [Within.] Brother Troilus! Tro. Good brother, come you hither; Tro. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, Enter Eneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, 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. [Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomed. [Trumpet heard. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ene. 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. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, [Exeunt. SCENE V. THE GRECIAN CAMP. LISTS SET OUT. Enter Ajax, arm'd; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and Others. Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage. Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the cholick of puff'd Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daugh ter? Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomed, with Cressida. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid? Dio. Even she. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. 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. For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; 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. Men. O, this is trim! Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. |