I'll answer to my Luft: And know, my Lord, Troi. Come to the Port-I'll tell thee, Diomede, Par. Hark, Hector's Trumpet ! [Sound Trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this Morning? The Prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him in the Field. Par. 'Tis Troilus fault. Come, come to Field with him. Dio. Let us make ready ftrait. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Grecian Camp. Enter Ajax Armed, Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, Calchas, &c. Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Ajax. Thou Trumpet, there's my Purse; Come ftretch thy Cheft, and let thy Eyes fpout Blood: Uly. No Trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early days. Enter Enter Diomede and Creffida. Aga. Is't not young Diomede with Calchas Daughter? In Afpiration lifts him from the Earth. Dio. Even she. Aga. Moft dearly welcome to the Greeks, fweet Lady. Neft. Our General doth falute you with a Kifs. Vlyf. Yet is your Kindness but particular; 'twere better fhe were kift in general. Neft. And very courtly Counfel: I'll begin. So much for Neftor. Achil. I'll take that Winter from your Lips; fair Lady, Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good Argument for kiffing once. Pair. But that's no Argument for kiffing now; Vlyf. Oh deedly Gall, and theme of all our Scorns, Men. O this is trim. Patr. Paris and I kifs evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kifs, Sir: Lady, by your leave. Pair. Both take and give. Cre. I'll make my match to give, The kifs you take is better than you give; therefore no kifs. Cre. No, I'll be fworn. Vlyf. It were no match, your Nail against his Horn: May I, fweet Lady, beg a kiss of you? Cre. You may. Vlyf. I do defire it. Cre. Why beg then. Vlyf. Why then, for Venus fake give me a kiss Cre. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. [Diomedes leads out Creffida, then returns, Uly. Fie, fie upon her: There's Language in her Eye, her Cheek, her Lips And Daughters of the Game. Enter Hector, Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Helenus, and Attendants. All. The Trojans Trumpet. Aga. Yonder comes the Troop. Ane. Hail all you ftate of Greece; what fhall be done To him that Victory commands? or do you purpose, A Victor shall be known? Will you, the Knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Pursue each other, or fhall be divided. By any Voice, or order of the Field? Hector bad ask. Ane. He cares not, he'll obey Conditions. Ene. If not Achilles, Sir, what is your Name? Ane. Therefore Achilles; but whate'er, know this Is the extremity of great and little: Valour and Pride excel themfelves in Hector i The other blank as nothing; weigh him well; In love whereof, half Hector ftays at home: Achil. A Maiden Battel then? O, I perceive you. So be it; either to the uttermoft, Or else a breach, the Combatants being kin, Ajax. What Trojan is that fame that looks so heavy? And a true Knight; they call him Troilus, For Hector in his blaze of Wrath subscribes, Neft. Now Ajax hold thine own. [Alarum [Hector and Ajax fight. Troi. Hector, thou fler p'ft, awake thee. Aga. His Blows are well difpos'd; there Ajax. [Trumpets Dio. You must no more. Ane. Princes, enough, fo please you. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Dio. As Hector pleafes. Hect. Why then, will I no more: Thou art, great Lord, my Father's Sifter's Son; A Coufin German to great Priam's Seed; cease. 24 The The obligation of our Blood forbids Were thy Commixion Greek and Trojan so, Ajax. I thank thee, Hector: Thou art too gentle, and too free a Man: Helt. Not Neoptolemus lo mirable, 1 On whofe bright Creft, Fame with her loud'ft O yes,' Cries, This is he, could promife to himself A thought of added Honour torn from Hector. Ane. There is expectance here from both the fides: What further you will do. Hect. We'll answer it: The iffue is Embracement: Ajax, farewel. Ajax. If I might in Entreaties find fuccefs, To the expectors of the Trojan part: Defire him home. Give me thy Hand, my Coufin: Aga |