Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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Enter at one doore Æneas, at another Paris, Deiphobus,
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Autemor, Diomed the Grecian with torches.
¶Paris. See ho? who is that there?
¶Deiph. It is the Lord Æneas.
¶Should rob my bed mate of my company.
¶Dio. That's my minde too? good morrow Lord Æneas.
¶Paris. A valiant Greeke Æneas take his hand.
¶You told how Dyomed a whole weeke by daies,
¶Did haunt you in the field.
¶During all question of the gentle truce:
2185But when I meete you arm'd, as black defiance,
¶As heart can thinke or courage execute.
¶Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces,
¶Our blouds are now in calme, and so long helth:
¶Lul'd when contention, and occasion meete,
2190By Ioue ile play the hunter for thy life,
¶With all my force, pursuite, and pollicy.
¶Welcome to Troy, now by Anchises life,
2195Welcome indeed: by Uenus hand I swere:
¶The thing he meanes to kill, more excellently.
¶(If to my sword his fate be not the glory)
¶But in mine emulous honor let him die:
¶With euery ioynt a wound and that to morrow------
¶Æne. We know each other well?
¶Lord so earely?
2210To Calcho's house, and there to render him:
¶Lets haue your company, or if you please,
¶(Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge)
2215My brother Troylus lodges there to night,
¶Rouse him and giue him note of our approch,
¶With the whole quality wherefore:
¶I feare we shall be much vnwelcome.
¶Paris. There is no helpe.
¶On Lord, weele follow you.
2225Æneas. Good morrow all.
¶Paris. And tell me noble Diomed, faith tell me true,
¶My selfe, or Menelaus.
2230Diom. Both alike.
¶Hee merits well to haue her that doth seeke her,
¶With such a hell of paine, and world of charge.
¶And you as well to keepe her, that defend her,
¶He like a puling Cuckold would drinke vp,
¶The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece:
¶You like a letcher out of whorish loynes,
2240Are pleasd to breed out your inheritors,
¶But he as he, the heauier for a whore.
¶Paris. You are too bitter to your country-woman
¶Diom. Shees bitter to her country, heare me Paris,
2245For euery falfe drop in her bawdy veines,
¶Of her contaminated carrion waight,
¶Shee hath not giuen so many good words breath,
2250As for her Greekes and Troyans suffred death.
¶Paris. Faire Diomed you do as chapmen do,
¶But we in silence hold this vertue well,
¶Weele not commend, what wee intend to sell. Heere lyes
2255our way.
Exeunt.
