Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian--why, Greek-
Dio. Pho, pho, adieu! you palter.

Cre. In faith, I do not: come hither once again.
Ulyf. You shake, my lord, at fomething; will you go?

You will break out.

Troi. She ftrokes his cheek..

Ulf. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, ftay; by Jove, I will not speak a word. There is between my will and all offences

A guard of patience: ftay a little while.

Ther. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles thefe together! fry, letchery, fry Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In faith, I will, la; never truft me elfe.
Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.

Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Ulyf. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet lord,

I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel: I am all patience.

Re-enter Créffida.

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.

[Exit.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve; behold it well; He lov'd me; O falfe wench!-Give't me again.

Dio. Whofe 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 the fharpens: well faid, whetstone,
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O, all ye Gods!-O pretty, pretty, pledge Thy mafter now lyes thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,

And

And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

As I kifs thee(27) [Diom. fnatches the fleeve.
Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

He, that takes that, must 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 shall 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 should be challeng'd.

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

Dio. Why then, farewel.

Thou never fhalt 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?

(27) As I kifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.

[Exit.

Cref. He that takes That, must take my Heart withal.]. Dr. Thirlby thinks, this fhould be all plac'd to Creffida. She had the Sleeve, and was kiffing it rapturously; And Diomede, in kiffing her, fnatches it back from her,

Troilus,

Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
But with my heart 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 fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

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

Unless the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore.

Uly. All's done, my lord.

Troi. It is.

Uly. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was spoke :
But if I tell how these 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 and ears; (28)
As if thofe organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to caluminate.

Was Creffid here?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, fure.

Ulyf. Moft fure, she was.

Troi. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Uly. 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 To stubborn criticks, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare all the fex

By Crefid's rule. Rather think this not Crefid. Uls. What hath she done, Prince, that can foil our mothers?

(28) That doth invert that Teft of Eyes and Ears.] What Teft? Troilus had been particularizing none in his foregoing Words, to govern or require the Relative here. I rather think, the Words are to be thus fplit;

That doth invert th' Atteft of Eyes and Ears.

i. e. That turns the very Testimony of Seeing and Hearing against themselves..

Tru

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she.
Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes?
Troi. This fhe 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 itself,

This is not fhe. O madness of discourse!
That cause fets up with and against thyself!
Bi-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and lofs affume all reason
Without revolt. This is, and is not, Crefid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the sky 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!
Crefid 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, fcraps, the bits, and greafie reliques
Of her o'er eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Ulf. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion does 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 it a cask 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 Sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his defcent, than fhall my prompted sword

Falling

Ring on Diomede.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Trei. O Creffid! O falfe Crefid! falfe, falfe, falle! et all untruths ftand by thy ftained name,

nd they'll feem glorious.

Uly. O, contain yourself:

'our paffion draws ears hither.

Enter Æneas.

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

Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home.

Troi. Haye with you, Prince; my courteous lord, adieu." Farewel, revolted Fair: and, Diomede,

Stand faft, and wear a caftle on thy head!

Uly. I'll bring you to the gates.

Troi. Accept diftracted thanks.

[Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, 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 do no more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, ftill wars and letchery, nothing elfe holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace of Troy.

Enter Hector and Andromache.

And. WHEN was my lord so much ungently tem

per'd,

To ftop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to day.

Het. You train me to offend you; get you gone.
By all the everlafting Gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, fure, prove ominous to day.
Heat. No more, I say.

Enter Caffandra.

Ca Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here, fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent:

VOL. VII.

Confort