Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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The history
¶I with great truth catch mere simplicity,
2500Feare not my truth, the morrall of my wit,
¶Is plaine and true? ther's all the reach of it,
¶Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady,
¶Which for Antenor we deliuer you.
¶At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand,
¶Entreate her faire, and by my soule faire Greeke,
¶As Priam is in Illion?
¶The lustre in your eye, heauen in your cheeke,
¶Pleades your faire vsage, and to Diomed,
¶In praising her. I tell thee Lord of Greece,
¶As thou vnworthy to be call'd her seruant,
2520I charge thee vse her well, euen for my charge:
¶For by the dreadfull Pluto, if thou dost not,
¶Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard,
¶Ile cut thy throate.
¶Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus,
¶To be a speaker free? when I am hence,
¶Ile nothing do on charge, to her owne worth,
¶Troy. Come to the port Ile tel thee Diomed,
¶This braue shall oft make thee to hide thy head,
¶Lady giue me your hand, and as we walke,
¶To our owne selues bend we our needfull talke.
Paris.
