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Hear me, my Love; be thou but true of Heart

Cre. I true ? how now? what wicked deem is this?

Troi. Nay, we must usé Expoftulation kindly,
For it is parting from us :
I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee :
For I will throw my Glove to Death himself,
That there's no maculation in thy Heart;
But be thou true, say I, to fashion in
My sequent Proteftation : Be thou true,
And I will see thee.

Cre. O you shall be expos’d, my Lord, to dangers
As infinite, as imminent: But I'll be true.

Trui, and I'll grow Friend with danger: Wear this Sleeve.

Cre. And you this Glove.
When shall I fee you?

Troi. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels
To give thee nightly Visitation:
But yet be true.

Cre. O Heav'ns ! be true again.
Troi.. Hear while I speak it, Love :
The 'Grecian Youths are full of subtle Qualities,
They're loving, well compos'd, with gift of Nature,
Flowing and swelling o'er with Arts and Exercise ;
How Novelties may move, and Parts with Person
Alas, a kind of godly Jealousie,
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous Sin,
Makes me afraid.

Cre. O Heav'ns, you love me not!

Troi. Die I a Villain then:
In this I do not call your Faith in question
So mainly as my Merit: I cannot Sing,
Nor heel the high Lavolt; nor sweeten Talk;
Nor play at subtle Games; fair Virtues all
To which the Grecians are most

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pregnant:
But I can tell, that in each Grace of these,
There lurks a ftill and dumb-discoursive Devil,
That tempts most cunningly: But be not tempted.

Cre. Do not think, I will.

Troi. No, but something may be done that we will not: And sometimes we are Devils to our felves,

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When we will attempt the frailty of our Powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.

Æneas withix. Nay, good my Lord.
Troi. Come kiss, and let us part.
Paris within. Brother Troilus.

Troi. Good Brother, come you hither,
And bring Æneas and che Grecian with you.

Cre. My Lord, will you be true?

Troi. Who I? Alas, it is my Voice, my Fault :
While others fith with Craft for great Opinion,
I, with great truth, catch meer Simplicity:
While some with cunning gild their Copper Crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare;

Enter, Æneas, Paris, and Diomedes.
Fear not my Truth; the Moral of my Wit
Is plain and true, there's all the reach of it.
Welcome, Sir Diomede, here is the Lady,
Which for Anthenor we deliver you.
At the Port (Lord) I'll give her to thy Hand,
And by the way possess thee what she is.
Entreat her fair, and by my Soul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou stand at mercy of my Sword,
Name Cressid, and thy Life shall be as safe
As Priam is in Ilion.

Diom. Fair Lady Cressid,
So please you, save the Thanks this Prince expe&s:
The lustre in your Eyes, Heav'n in your Cheek,
Pleads your fair usage, and to Diomede
You shall be Mistress, and command him wholly.

Troi. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
To shame the Seal of my Petition towards thee
By praising her. I tell thee, Lord of Greece,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy Praises,
As thou unworthy to be calld her Servant:
I charge thee use her well, even for my Charge :
For by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
(Tho' the great bulk Achilles be thy Guard)
I'll cut thy Throat.

Diom. Oh be not mov'd, Prince Troilus;
Let me be privileg'd by my Place and Message,
To be a Speaker free When I am hence,

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I'll aoswer to my Luft : And know, my Lord,
I'll nothing do on charge ; to her own worth
She shall be priz'd: But that you say, be's so :
I'll speak it in my Spirit and Honour-No.

Troi. Come to the Port-I'll tell thee, Diomede,
This Brave shall oft make thee to hide thy Head:
Lady, give me your Hand And as we walk,
To our own selves bend we our needful Talk.

[Sound Trumpet. Par. Hark, Hektor's Trumpet !

Æne. How have we spent this Morning?
The Prince must think me tardy and remifs,
That swore to ride before him in the Field,

Par. 'Tis Troilus fault. Come, come to Field with him.
Dio. Let us make ready strait.

Æne. Yea, with a Bridegroom's fresh alacrity
Let us address to tend on Hector's Heels :
The Glory of our Troy doth this day lye
On his fair Worth, and single Chivalry. [Excunt.

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S CE N E II. The Grecian Camp.

Enter Ajax Armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Me

nelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, Calchas, eo.

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Aga. Here art thou in appoiotment fresh and fair,
Anticipating Time. With starting Courage,
Give with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appalled Air
May pierce the Head of the great Combatant,
And hale him hither.
Ajax. Thou Trumpet, there's

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Purse;
Now crack thy Lungs, and split thy Brasen Pipe:
Blow Villain, 'till thy sphered bias Cheek
Out-swell the Cholick of puft Aquilon :
Come stretch thy Chest, and let thy Eyes (pour Blood:
Thou blowest for Hector.

Vll. No Trumpei answers.
Achil 'Tis but early days,

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Enter Diomede and Crellida.
Aga. Is't not young Diomede with Calchas Daughter?

vlys. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his Gate,
He rises on his Toe ; that Spirit of his
In Aspiration lifts him from the Earth.

Aga. Is this the Lady Cressida?
Dio. Even she.
Aga. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet Lady.
Neft. Our General doth salute you with a kiss.

Ulys. Yet is your Kindness but particular ; 'twere better the were kist in general.

Neft. And very courtly Counsel : I'll begin. So much for Nestor.

Achil. I'll take that Winter from your Lips ; fair Lady, Achilles bids you welcome. .

Men. I had good Argument for killing once.

Parr. But that's no Argument for killing now;
For thus pop'd Paris in his Hardiment.

Vlys. Oh deedly Gall, and theme of all our Scorns,
For which we lose our Heads to gild his Horns.

Patr. The first was Menelaus kils--this mine..
Patroclus kisses you.

Men. O this is trim.
Patr. Paris and I kiss evermore for him.
Mex. I'll have my kiss, Sir: Lady, by your leave.
Cre. In kisling do you render, or receive ?
Pair. Both take and give.

Cre. I'll make my match to give,
The kiss you take is better than you give ; therefore no kiss.

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Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
Cre. You are an odd Man, give even, or give none.
Men. An odd Man, Lady ? every Man is odd.

Cre. No, Paris is not ; for you know 'tis true,
That you are odd, and he is even with you.

Men. Yon fillip me o'th'head.
Cre. No, I'll be sworn.
Ulys. It were no match, your Nail against bis Horn:
May I, sweet Lady, beg a kiss of you

Cre. You may
Ulys. I do defire it.

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Cre. Why beg then.

Vlys. Why then, för Venus sake give me a kiss
When Helen is a M.id again, and his

Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
Ulys. Never's my Day, and then á kıss of

you.
Dio. Lady, a word I'll bring you to your Father-
Neft. A Woman of quick Sense.

[Diomedes leads ont Crellida, then returns,
Ulys. Fie, fie upon her:
There's Language in her Eye, her Cheek, her Lip:
Nay, her Foot speaks, her wanton Spirits look out
At every joint, and motive of her Body:
Oh these Encounters, are so glib of Tongue,
That give a coafting welcome e'er it comes;
And wide unclasp the Tables of their. Thoughts,
To every tickling Reader: Set them down,
For fluttish spoils of Opportunity,
And Daughters of the Game.
Enter He&tor, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants.

All. The Trojans Trumpet.
Aga. Yonder comes the Troop.

Æne. Hail all you state of Greece; what shall be done
To him that Vi&ory commands? or do you purpose,
A Vi&or shall be known ? Will you, the Knights
Shall to the edge of all extremity
Pursue each other, or shall be divided.
By any Voice, or order of the Field? Hector bad ask.
Aga. Which way would Hector have it?
Æne. He cares not, he'll obey Conditions.

Aja. 'Tis done like Heftor, but securely done,
A little proudly, and great deal despifing
The Knight oppos'd.

Æne. If not Achilles, Sir, what is your Names
Achil. If not Achilles, nothing.

Æne. Therefore Achilles; but whate'er, know this
Is the extremity of great and little;
Valour and Pride excel themselves in Hector ;
The one almost as infinite as all,
The other blank as nothing; weigh him well;
"And that which looks like Pride, is Curtefie;
This Ajax is half made of Hector's Blood,

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