Thy master now lyes thinking in his bed (46) Dio, I had your heart before, this follows it. Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede : 'faich, you shall (not, Cre. 'Twas one that loy'd me better than you will. Dio. Whose was it? Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by her self, 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, 'cis past; and yet it is not Dio. Why then, farewel, Cre. You shall not go; one cannot speak a word, Dio. I do not like this fooling. Tber. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes nct you, pleases me best. Dio. What, shall I come ? the hour ? shall be plagu’d. (46) As I kiss thee. Cref. He that takes That, must take my Heart withal.) Dr. Thirlby chinks this should all be plac'd to Cressida. She had the Sleeve, and was kisling it rapturously: And, Diomede, in kissing her, Snatches it back From her. Dio. Farewell 'till then. [Exit. Cre. Good night: I pr’ythee, come. Troilus, farewel ; one eye yet looks on thee, But with my heart the other eye doth fee. Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind! What error leads, muft err: O then conclude, Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. {Exit. Ther. A proof of strength the could not publish more ; Unless she say, my mind is now turn'd whore. Ulf. All's done, my lord. Troi. To make a recordation to my soul, , 3 Troi. She was nor, sure. Ulyf. Most sure, she was. «Troi . Why, my négation frath no taste of madness. Ulys. Nor mine, my lord : Creld 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 square all the sex? By Cressid's rule. Rather think this nor Cresid. Ulys. What hath she done, Prince, that can foil our mothers ? (47) That doth invert that Test of Eyes and Ears.] What Test? 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 split; That doth invert th' Attest of Eyes and Ears. í. e. That turns the very Testimony of Seeing and Hearing against themselves. Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this, were she. Troi. This she? no, this is Diomede's Crellida. yet the spacious breadth of this division Ulys. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express? Troi . Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well; In characters, as red as Mars his heare) Inflam'd with Venus--ne'er did young man fancy With so eternal, and so fix'd a foul Hark, Greek, as much as I do Crellid love, So much by weight hate I her Diomede. That Neeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm: Were it a cask compos'd by Vulcan's skill, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Which ship-men do the hurricano call, Constring'd in mass by the almighty Sun, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear In his descent, than shall my prompted sword Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Troi. O Cresid! O false Greid! false, false, false ! Ulys. O, contain your self: Enter Æneas. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hellor, by this, is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. Tros. Have with you, Prince; my courteous lord, adieu. Ulys. I'll bring you to the gates. (Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. 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, still wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit. $ CE N E changes to the Palace in TROY. Enter Hector and Andromache. And, HEN was my lord so much angently tem per'd, Hei. You train me to offend you; get you gone. Hest. Hect. No more, I say. Enter Cassandra. And. Here, fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Caf. O, 'cis true. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; And. O! be perswaded, do not count it holy, Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; Hett. Hold you still, I say ; Enter Troilus. [Exit Cassandra. Heft. No, faith, young Troilus ; doff thy harness, youth: I am to day i'th' vein of chivalry: Let grow thy sinews 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 stand, to day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy you; Which better fits a lion, than a man. in |