a thrifty shooting-horn in a Chain, hanging at his Brother's Leg; to what Form, but that he is, fhould Wit larded with Malice, and Malice forced with Wit turn him to? to an Afs were nothing, he is both Afs and Ox; to an Ox were nothing, he is both Ox and Afs; to be a Dog, a Mule, a Cat, a Fitchew, a Toad, a Lizard, an Owl, a Puttock, or a Herring without a Roe, I would not care: lans, I would confpire against Destiny. I would be, if I were Therfites; for I Lowfe of a Lazar, fo I were not Menelaus.

rits and Fires.

But to be MeneAsk me not what care not to be the Hoy-day, Spi

Enter Hector, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Neftor, and Diomede, with Lights.

Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.

Ajax. No, yonder 'tis, there where we fee 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.

Hect. Good Night, fweet Lord Menelaus.

Ther. Sweet Draught----fweet quoth a---sweet Sink, fweet Sewer.

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

go or tarry.

Aga. Good Night.

Achil. Old Neftor tarries, and you too, Diomede,

Keep Hector Company an-hour or two.

Dio. I cannot, Lord, I have important Bufinefs, The tide whereof is now; Good Night, great Hector. Hect. Give me your Hand.

Vlyf. Follow his Torch, he goes to Calchas's Tent,

I'll keep you Company.

Troi. Sweet Sir, you honour me.

Hect. And fo good Night.

Asbil, Come, come, enter my Tent.

[To Troilus.

[Exeunt.

Ther.

Ther. That fame Diomede's a falfe-hearted Rogue, a most unjuft Knave; I will no more truft him when he leers, than I will a Serpent when he hiffes: He will fpend his Mouth and Promife, like Brabler the Hound; but when he performs, Aftronomers foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come fome change: The Sun borrows of the Moon, when Diomede keeps his Word. I will rather leave to fee Hector, than not to dog him: They fay, he keeps a Trojan Drab, and ufes the Traitor Calchas his Tent. I'll afterNothing but Lechery; all incontinent Varlets.

SCENE II. Calchas Tent.

Enter Diomede.

Dio. What are you up here, ho? fpeak.

Cal. Who calls?

[Exeunt.

Dio. Diomede; Cálchas, I think; where's your Daughter?
Cal. She comes to you,

Enter Troilus and Ulyffes, after them Therfites.
Vlyf. Stand where the Torch may not difcover us.
Enter Creffid.

Troi. Creffid, come forth to him!

Dio. How now, my charge?

Cre. Now my fweet Guardian; hark, a word with you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar?

Vlyf. She will fing to any Man at first sight.

[Whifpers.

Ther. And any Man may find her, if he can take her life: fhe'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 fhould the remember?

Vlyf. Lift.

Cre. Sweet, Honey Greek, tempt me no more to Folly.

Ther. Roguery

Dio. Nay, then.

Cre. I'll tell

you what.

Dio. Fo, fo, come tell a pin, you are a forfworn

Cre.

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Cre. In Faith I cannot: what would you have me do?
Ther. A jugling Trick, to be fecretly open.

Dio. What did you fwear you would bestow on me?
Cre. I prithee do not hold me to mine Oath;
Bid me do any thing but that, fweet Greek.

Die. Good Night.

Troi. Hold, Patience-
Vlyf. How now, Trojan?

Cre. Diomede.

Die. No, no, good Night: I'll be your Fool no more.
Troi. Thy better muft.

Cre. Hark, one word in your Ear.

Troi. O Plague and Madness!

Uly. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray you, Left your displeasure should enlarge it felf

To wrathful Terms: this place is dangerous;

The time right deadly: I befeech you go.
Troi. Behold, I pray you

Ulys. Nay, good my Lord

go off:

You flow to great diftraction: Come, my Lord.

Troi. I pray thee ftay?

Ulys. You have not patience; come.

Troi. I pray you ftay; by Hell, and Hell's Torments,

I will not speak a word.

Dio. And fo good Night.

Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troi. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!

Vlyf. Why, how now, Lord?

Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.

Cre. Guardian-why, Greek

Dio. Fo, fo, adieu, you palter.

Cre. In Faith, I do not: come hither once again.
Uly. You shake, my Lord, at fomething; will you go?

You will break out.

Troi. She ftroaks his Cheek.

Vlyf. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, ftay; by Jove, I will not speak a word.

There is between my Will, and all Offences,

A guard of patience, ftay a little while.

Ther.

Ther. How the Devil Luxury with his fat Rump, and Potato Finger, tickles thefe together: Fry, Letchery, fry.

Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In Faith I will come; never truft me else.

Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Ulys. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord,

I will not be my felf, nor have cognition
Of what I feel: I am all Patience.1

Enter Creffida.

Ther. Now the Pledge, now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this Sleeve.
Troi. O Beauty! where is thy Faith?
Ulys. My Lord.

Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.
Cre. You look upon that Sleeve; behold it well:-
He lov'd me :-O falfe Wench:---Give't me again.
Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter now I have't again,
I will not meet with you to morrow Night:
I prithee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid Whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O all you Gods

O

pretty, pretty Pledge;

Thy Mafter now lyes thinking in his Bed,

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my Glove,
And gives memorial dainty Kiffes to it:

As I kifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.

Cre. He that takes that, takes my Heart withal.
Dio. I had your Heart before, this follows it.

Troi. I did fwear Patience.

[Exit.

Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede: 'Faith you shall not,

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: Whofe was it?.

Cre. It is no matter.

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Dio.

Dio. Come tell me whofe it was?

Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will. But now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whole was it?

Gre. By all Diana's Waiting-women yonder, And by her felf, I will not tell you whofe.

Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his Spirit that dares not challenge it.

Trei. Wert thou the Devil, and wor'ft it on thy Horn,

It should be challeng'd.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not I will not keep my word..

Dio. Why then farewel,

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You shall not go;-one cannot fpeak a word, But it ftraight ftarts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: But that that likes not me, pleafes me best.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour."

Cre. Ay, come:---O Jove !--- do, come:--I shall be plagu'd.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

Cre. Good Night: I prithee come :

Troilus, farewel; one Eye yet looks on thee,
But with my Heart, the other Eyes doth fee-
Ah poor our Sex; this fault in us I find,
The error of our Eye, directs our Mind..

[Exit.

What Error leads, muft err: O then conclude,

Minds fway'd by Eyes, are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

Ther. A proof of ftrength the could not publifh more;

Unless the fay, my Mind is now turn'd Whore.

Vlyf. All's done, my Lord..

Troi. It is.

Ulys. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my Soul,
Of every Syllable that here was fpoke:
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a Truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my Heart,
An elperance fo obftinately strong,

That