ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

Troy, A Street.

Enter, at one side, ENEAS and Servant, with a Torch: at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANtenor, DiomEDES, and others, with torches.

Par. See, ho! who's that there?

'Tis the lord Æneas.

Dei.
Ene. Is the prince there in person ?

Had I so good occasion to lie long,

As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. That's my mind too..

Eneas.

Good-morrow, lord

Par. A valiant Greek, Eneas; 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.

Ene. 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,

6 Conversation.

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 cómplete 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 this

Greek

To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us: I constantly do think,
(Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge,)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear
We shall be much unwelcome.

That I assure you;

Ene.
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Cressid borne from Troy.

Par.

There is no help;

On, lord; we'll follow you.

Ene. Good morrow, all.

[Exit.

The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so.

Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me

true,

Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Myself, or Menelaus ?

He merits well to have her, that doth seek her

With such a hell of pain, and world of charge;
And you as well to keep her, that defend her
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.
She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris, —
For every false drop in her wanton veins
A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,

A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath,
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
But we in silence hold this virtue well, –
We'll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Court before the House of Pandarus.

Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.

Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.

Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;

He shall unbolt the gates.

Tro.

Trouble him not;

To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,

As infants' empty of all thought!

Cres.

Good morrow then.

Are you aweary

of me?

Tro. Pr'ythee now, to bed.

Cres. Tro. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,

I would not from thee.

7 Noisy.

And hen 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? where's my cousin Cressid?

Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,

Nor suffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor weak

girl. [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you?-'would he were knock'd o'the head! ·

Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.

[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?

Ene. 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!

Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware : You'll be so true to him, to be false to him:

Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hither; Go.

AS PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS.

Tro. How now? what's the matter?

Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,

My matter is so rash: There is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The lady Cressida.

Tro.

Is it so concluded?

Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy : They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Tro. I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Ene. Good, good, my lord.

[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 upon Antenor, I would, they had broke's neck!

8. Hasty.