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As Hector's Leisure, and your Bounties shall
Concur together, severally intreat him.
Beat loud the Taborins, let the Trumpets blow;.
That this great Soldier may his welcome know. [Exeunt,

Manent Troilus and Ulysses.
Troi. My Lord Vlysses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the Field doth Calchas keep?

Ulys. At Menelaus. Tent, most Princely Troilus;
There Diomede doth feast with him to Night;
Who neither looks on Heav'n, nor on Earth,
But gives


and bent of amorous view On the fair Cressid.

Troi. Shall I, sweet Lord, be bound to thee so much,
After you part from Agamemnon's Tent,
To bring me thither?

Vlyf. You shall command me, Sir:
As gently tell me, of what Honour was
This Cressida in Troy; had the no Lover there,
That wails her absence?

Troi. O Sir, to such as boasting shew their Scars,
A mock is due: Will you walk on, my Lord?
She was belov'd, she lov'd; she is, and doch.
But still, Sweet Love is Food for Fortune's tooth. [Exeunt.

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A CT V. S CE N E I. SCENE before Achilles Tent in the Grecian


Achil. co Night,


Enter Achilles and Patroculus. 'LL

Parroclus, let us Feast him to the height. Pair. Here comes Therfites.

Enter Thersites. · Achil. How now, thou core of Envy? Thou crusty batch of Nature, what's the News?

Ther. Why, thou Picture of what thou seem'ft, and Idol of Idiot-worshippers, here's a Letter for thee. Achil. From whence, Fragment?


Ther. Why, thou full dish of Fool, from Troy.
Patr. Who keeps the Tent now?
Ther. The Surgeon's Box, or the Patient's Wound.
Patr. Well Said, Adversity; and what need these Tricks

Ther. Prichee be silent, Boy, I profit not by thy talk, Thou art thought to be Achilles's Male Varlet.

Patr. Male-Varlet, you Rogue? What's that?

Ther. Why, his masculine Whore. Now the rotted Dis.. eases of the South, Guts-griping, Ruptures, Catarrhs, loads oʻGravel i'th' Backs, Lethargies, cold Palsies, and the like, take and take again such preposterous Discoveries,

Potr. Why, thou damnable Box of Envy, thou, what me n'st thou to Curse thus?

Ther. Do I curse thee? Patr. Why no, you ruinous Butt, you whoreson indiftinguishable Cur.

Ther. No? Why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immatterial Skein of ney'd Silk; thou green Sarcenet flap for a fore Eye; thou Tassel of a Prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor World is peftred with such Water-fies, dimidutives of Nature.

Patr. Out Gall!
Ther. Finch Egg!

Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to morrow's Battel:
Here is a Letter from Queen Hecuba,
A Token from her Daughter, my fair Love,
Boch taxing me, and gaging me to keep
An Oath that I have sworn. I will not break it,
Fall Greek, fail Fame, Honour, or go, or stay,
My major Vow lyes here; this I'll obey :
Come, come, Therfites, help to trim my Tent,
This Night in Banqueting must all be spent.
Away, Patroclus.

[Exit. Ther. With too much Blood, and too little Brain, these two may run mad: But if with too much Brain, and too little Blood, they do, I'll be a Curer of Mad-men. Here's Agamemnon, an honest Fellow enough, and one that loves Quails, but he has not so much Brain as Ear-wax; and the good Transformation of Jupiter there his Brother, the Bull, the primitive Statue, and oblique Memorial of Cuckolds,

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a thrifty shooting-horn in a Chain, hanging at his Brother's
Leg; to what Form, but that he is, should Wit larded with
Malice, and Malice forced with Wit turn him to? to an Ass
were nothing, he is both Ass and Ox; to an Ox were nothing,
he is both Ox and Ass; to be a Dog, a Mule, a Cat, a
Fitchew, a Toad, a Lizard, an Owl, a Puttock, or a Her-
ring without a Roe, I would not care: But to be Mene-
lans, I would conspire against Destiny. Ask me not what
I would be, if I were Therfites; for I care not to be the
Lowse of a Lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hoy-day, Spi-
rits and Fires,
Enter He&or, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, and

Diomede, with Lights.
Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Ajax. No, yonder 'tis, there where we see the light.
Hect. I trouble you.
Ajax. No, not a whit.

Enter Achilles.
Vlyf. Here comes himself to guide you.
Achil. Welcome brave Hector, welcome Princes all.

Aga. So, now fair Prince of Troy, I bid good Night,
Ajax commands the Guard to tend on you.
Hect. Thanks, and good Night to the Greek's General.
Men, Good Night, my Lord.
Helt. Good Night, sweet Lord Menelaus.

Ther. Sweet Draught----sweet quoth 2---Sweet Sink, sweet

Achil. Good Night, and welcome, both at once, to those that go or tarry.

Aga. Good Night.

Achil. Old Nestor carries, and you too, Diomede, Keep Hector Company an-hour or two.

Dio. I cannot, Lord, I have important Business, The tide whereof is now; Good Night, great Hector.

He£t. Give me your Hand.

Ulyf. Follow his Torch, he goes to Calchas's Tent,
I'll keep you Company.

[To Troilus.
Troi. Sweet Sir, you honour me.
Hett. And so good Night.
Arbil. Come, come, enter my Tent. [Exeunt.


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Ther. That same Diomede's a false-hearted Rogue, a most unjuft Knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a Serpent when he hiffes: He will spend his Mouth and Promise, like Brabler the Hound; but when he performs, Astronomers foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come some change: The Sun borrows of the Moon, when Diomede keeps his Word. I will rather leave to see He&tor, than not to dog him: They say, he keeps a Trojan Drab, and uses the Traitor Calchas his Tent. I'll afterNothing but Lechery; all incontinent Varlets. Exeunt.

SCENE JI. Calchas Tent.

Enter Diomede.
Dio. What are you up here, ho ? speak.
Cal. Who calls
Dio. Diomede ; Cálchas, I think; where's your Daughter?
Cal. She comes to you,

Enter Troilus and Ulysses, after them Thersites.
Ulys. Stand where the Torch may not discover us.

Enter Crellid.
Troi. Crellid, come forth to him!
Dio. How now, my charge?
Cre. Now my sweet Guardian; hark, a word with


[Whifpers. Troi. Yea, so familiar? Ulys. She will fing to any Man at first sight. Ther. And any Man may find her, if he can take her life: she's noted.

Dio. Will you remember? Cre. Remember? yes. Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troi. What should the remember?

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Cre. Sweet, Honey Greek, tempt me no more to Folly.
Ther. Roguery
Dio. Nay, then.
Cre. I'il tell you what.
Dio. Fo, fo, come tell a pin, you are a forsworn


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Cre. In Faith I cannot : what would you have me do? ?
Ther. A jugling Trick, to be secretly open.
Dio. What did you (wear you would bestow on me?

Cre. I prithee do not hold me to mine Oach ;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

Die. Good Night.
Troi. Hold, Patience
Olyf. How now, Trojans
Crt. Diomede.
Dio. No, no, good Night: I'll be your Fool no more.
Troi. Thy better must.
Cre. Hark, one word in your Ear.
Troi. O Plague and Madness?

Vlyf. You are niov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Left your displeasure should enlarge it self
To wrathful Terms: this place is dangerous ;
The time right deadly: I beseech you go.

Troi. Behold, I pray you

Vlys. Nay, good my Lord go off:
You flow to great distraction : Come, my Lord.
Troi. I pray thee stay?

Ulys. You have not patience; come.

Troi. I pray you stay; by Hell, and Hell's Torments,
I will not speak a word.

Dso. And so good Night.
Cre. Nay, but you part
Troi. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!
Ulys. Why, how now, Lord?
Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian - why, Greeks
Dio. Fo, fo, adieu, you palter,
Cre. In Faith, I do not : come hither once again.

Vlyf. You shake, my Lord, at something; will you go?
You will break out.

Troi. She stroaks his Cheek.
Ulys. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word.
There is between my Will, and all Offences,
A guard of patience, stay a little while.

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