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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?

Ulyf. My Lord!

Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve? behold it well:
He lov'd me:-O falfe wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Whole was't?

Cre. It is no matter now I have't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
I pr'ythee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now fhe sharpens: well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

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

Cre. O all you Gods-O pretty, pretty pledge;
Thy mafter now lyes 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. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.
He that takes that, muft take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede 'faith, you:

fhall

not,

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: whofe was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio, Come, tell me whofe it was ?

Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will.

But now you have it, take it,

Dio. Whofe was it?

Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,

And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,

And grieve his fpirit that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor'ft it on thy horn,
It fhould be challeng'd,

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is notI will not keep my word.

Die. Why then farewel!

They

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You fhall not go ;-one cannot speak a word, But it ftraight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Troi. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, Pleases me beft.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?

Cre.. Ay, come: - Fove! - do, come :-I fhall be be plagu❜d.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee, come.

Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
But my heart with the other eye doth fee.
Ah poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind,

What error leads, muft err: O then conclude,

Minds Away'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

SCENE V.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publish more ;

Unless fhe fay, My mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulyf. All's done, my Lord.

Troi. It is.

Ulyf. 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 lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance fo obftinately ftrong,
That doth invert th' atteft of eyes
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creffid here ?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not fure.

Ulyf. Moft fure she was.

and ears;

Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafte of madness.
Ulyf. Nor mine, my Lord: Creffid was here but now.
Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood!

Think we had mothers; do not give advantage

То

To ftubborn criticks, apt without a theme
For depravation, to fquare all the fex

By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid.

Ulyf. What hath the done, Prince, that can foil our mothers?

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes? Troi. This he? No, this is Diomedes' Creffid.

If beauty have a foul, this is not fhe:

If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the Gods delight,

If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!
That cause fet'ft up with and against thyself!
Bi-fold authority! where reafon can
Revolt without perdition, lofs affume

Reafon without revolt. This is, and is not Creffid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the fky and earth,
And yet the fpacious 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 flip'd, diffolv'd and loos'd,
And with another knot five-finger-tied :

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greafie reliques
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulyf. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion doth exprefs?

Troi. Ay, Greek, and that shall 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

Were it a cafk compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which fhip-men do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mass by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than fhall my prompted fword
Falling on Diomede...

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

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

Ene. I have been feeking you this hour, my Lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy.

Ajax your guard stays to conduct

you

home.

Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lord,adieu !

Farewel, revolted fair! and, Diomede,

Stand faft, and wear a caftle on thy head.

Ulyf. I'll bring you to the gates.

Troi. Accept diftracted thanks.

[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulyffes. Ther. Would I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven: I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab : letchery, letchery, ftill wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit,

SCENE VI. The Palace in Troy.

Enter Hector and Andromache.

And. When was my Lord fo much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment?

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone.

By all the everlasting Gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will fure prove ominous to-day.
Heft. No more, I fay.

Enter

Enter Caffandra.

Caf. Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here, fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent:
Confort with me in loud and dear petition;

Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt
Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of flaughter.
Caf. O, it is true.

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found.

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Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, fweet brother! Hect. Be gone, I fay: the Gods have heard me fwear. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd

Than fpotted livers in the facrifice.

And. O! be perfuaded, do not count it holy
To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful

For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose mult not hold:
Unarm, fweet Hector.

Heft. Hold you ftill, I fay ;

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate;
Life every man holds dear, but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
Enter Troilus.

How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to-day?
And. Caffandra, call my father to perfuade. [Exit Caff,
Hect. No,'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth:
I am to-day i' th' vein of chivalry:

Let grow thy finews 'till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll ftand to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.

Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you;
Which better fits a lion than a man.

Hest. What vice is that? good Troilus, chide me for it. Troi. When many times the captive Grecians fall Ev'n in the fan and wind of your fair fword,

You bid them rife, and live.

Hea.