Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord Eneas. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand : Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field. Ene. Health to you, valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, As heart can think, or courage execute. Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: But when contention and occasion meet, By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, With all my force, pursuit, and policy. ne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly With his face backward.-In humane gentleness, Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, No man alive can love, in such a sort, The thing he means to kill, more excellently. Dio. We sympathize:-Jove, let Æneas live, If to my sword his fate be not the glory, A thousand complete courses of the sun! But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow! Ene. We know each other well. Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early? Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring To Calchas' house; and there to render him, That I assure you; Ene. Par. There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time [Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,- Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, SCENE II. The same. Court before the house of Pandarus. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. down; He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, Good morrow then. As infants' empty of all thought! Tro. Pr'ythee now, to bed. Cres. Are you aweary of me? Tro. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres. Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays,, As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary-swift than thought. You will catch cold, and curse me. Cres. You men will never tarry.- Pr'ythee, tarry ; O foolish Cressid !-I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's one up. Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors open here? Tro. It is your uncle. Enter PANDARUS. Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life,- Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? -Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. Pun. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cres. Did not I tell you ?-'would he were knock'd o'the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. [Knocking. How earnestly they knock-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt Troilus and Cressida. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter ENEAS. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? ne. Come; he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn-For my own part, I came in late What should he do here? Ene. Who!-nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: As Pandarus is going out, enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Tro. Is it so concluded? I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, [Exeunt Troilus and Eneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague uponAntenor! I would, they had broke's neck! Enter CRESSIDA. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here! Pan. Ah, ah! Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! Cres. O the gods-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death:-O poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor! Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods!-I will not go. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep ;- Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Before Pandarus' house. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHO- Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: |