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 her felf, I will not tell you whose. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor'ft it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not ---I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then farewel, Thou never shalt mock Diomede again. Cre. You shall not go ;---- one cannot speak a word, But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best. Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour? Cre. Ay, come: O Jove!---do, come: --- I fhall be plagu'd. Dio. Farewell 'till then. Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee come. Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee, eye Ah poor our sex; this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind. 7111 [Exit. What error leads, must err: O then conclude, Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. [Exit. SCENE V. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more; Unless the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore. Ulys. 1 Ulys. Why stay we then? Troi. To make a recordation to my foul, Was Crefid here? Uly. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Troi. She was not fure. Ulys. Moft fure fhe was. Troi. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Think we had mothers; do not give advantage For depravation, to fquare all the sex By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Uly. What hath fhe 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 Diomede's Creffida. If beauty have a foul, this is not she: If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony, If fanctimony be the gods delight, If there be rule in unity it self, This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe! That cause sets up with and against thy self! By C By-fold authority! where reafon can revolt The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greafie reliques · Ulys. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well; Inflam'd with Venus ---- ne'er did young man fancy ♫ Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love, That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm: By foul authority. d a finger Ther. Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll feem glorious. Ulys. O contain your self: Your paffion draws ears hither. Enter Eneas. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector by this is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home, Troi. Have with you, prince; my courteous lord adieu. Farewel, revolted fair: and, Diomede, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head. Uly. I'll bring you to the gates. [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! SCENE VI. TROY Enter Hector and Andromache. (Exit. And. W To stop his ears against admonishment? HEN was my lord so much ungently temper'd, Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. 02 Hect. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone. Ant. My dreams will fure prove ominous to-day. Enter Caffandra. Caf. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of flaughter. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found. Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, fweet brother. And. O be perfwaded, do not count it holy, To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; Hect. Hold you still, I fay; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; How now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to-day? And. |