2479To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:

2480But I can tell that in each grace of these,

2481There lurkes a still and dumb-discoursiue diuell,

2482That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted.

2483Cres. Doe you thinke I will:

2484Troy. No, but something may be done that we wil not:

2485And sometimes we are diuels to our selues,

2486When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers,

2487Presuming on their changefull potencie.

2488AEneas within. Nay, good my Lord?

2489Troy. Come kisse, and let vs part.

2490Paris within. Brother Troylus?

2491Troy. Good brother come you hither,

2492And bring AEneas and the Grecian with you.

2493Cres. My Lord, will you be true? Exit.

2494Troy. Who I? alas it is my vice, my fault:

2495Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,

2496I, with great truth, catch meere simplicitie;

2497Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes,

2498With truth and plainnesse I doe weare mine bare:

2500Feare not my truth; the morrall of my wit

2501Is plaine and true, ther's all the reach of it.

2502Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady

2503Which for Antenor, we deliuer you.

2504At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand,

2505And by the way possesse thee what she is.

2506Entreate her faire; and by my soule, faire Greeke,

2507If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword,

2508Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe

2509As Priam is in Illion?

2510Diom. Faire Lady Cressid,

2511So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects:

2512The lustre in your eye, heauen in your cheeke,

2513Pleades your faire visage, and to Diomed

2514You shall be mistresse, and command him wholly.

2515Troy. Grecian, thou do'st not vse me curteously,

2516To shame the seale of my petition towards,

2517I praising her. I tell thee Lord of Greece:

2518Shee is as farre high soaring o're thy praises,

2519As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her seruant:

2520I charge thee vse her well, euen for my charge:

2521For by the dreadfull Pluto, if thou do'st not,

2522(Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard)

2523Ile cut thy throate.

2524Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus;

2525Let me be priuiledg'd by my place and message,

2526To be a speaker free? when I am hence,

2527Ile answer to my lust: and know my Lord;

2528Ile nothing doe on charge: to her owne worth

2529She shall be priz'd: but that you say, be't so;

2530Ile speake it in my spirit and honor, no.

2531Troy. Come to the Port. Ile tell thee Diomed,

2532This braue, shall oft make thee to hide thy head:

2533Lady, giue me your hand, and as we walke,

2534To our owne selues bend we our needefull talke.

2536Par. Harke, Hectors Trumpet.

2537AEne. How haue we spent this morning

2538The Prince must thinke me tardy and remisse,

2539That swore to ride before him in the field.

2540Par. 'Tis Troylus fault: come, come, to field with him.

2542Dio. Let vs make ready straight.

2543AEne. Yea, with a Bridegroomes fresh alacritie

2544Let vs addresse to tend on Hectors heeles:

2545The glory of our Troy doth this day lye

2546On his faire worth, and single Chiualrie.

2549Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and faire,

2550Anticipating time. With starting courage,

2551Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy

2552Thou dreadfull Aiax, that the appauled aire

2553May pierce the head of the great Combatant,

2554And hale him hither.

2555Aia. Thou, Trumpet, ther's my purse;

2556Now cracke thy lungs, and split thy brasen pipe:

2557Blow villaine, till thy sphered Bias cheeke

2558Out-swell the collicke of puft Aquilon:

2559Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout bloud:

2560Thou blowest for Hector.

2561Vlis. No Trumpet answers.

2562Achil. 'Tis but early dayes.

2563Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter?

2564Vlis. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gate,

2565He rises on the toe: that spirit of his

2566In aspiration lifts him from the earth.

2567Aga. Is this the Lady Cressid?

2568Dio. Euen she.

2569Aga. Most deerely welcome to the Greekes, sweete

2570Lady.

2571Nest. Our Generall doth salute you with a kisse.

2572Ulis. Yet is the kindenesse but particular; 'twere bet-

2573ter she were kist in generall.

2574Nest. And very courtly counsell: Ile begin. So much

2575for Nestor.

2576Achil. Ile take that winter from your lips faire Lady

2577Achilles bids you welcome.

2578Mene. I had good argument for kissing once.

2579Patro. But that's no argument for kissing now;

2580For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment.

2581Vlis. Oh deadly gall, and theame of all our scornes,

2582For which we loose our heads, to gild his hornes.

2583Patro. The first was Menelaus kisse, this mine:

2584Patroclus kisses you.

2585Mene. Oh this is trim.

2586Patr. Paris and I kisse euermore for him.

2587Mene. Ile haue my kisse sir: Lady by your leaue.

2588Cres. In kissing doe you render, or receiue.

2589Patr. Both take and giue.

2590Cres. Ile make my match to liue,

2591The kisse you take is better then you giue: therefore no

2592kisse.

2593Mene. Ile giue you boote, Ile giue you three for one.

2594Cres. You are an odde man, giue euen, or giue none.

2595Mene. An odde man Lady, euery man is odde.

2596Cres. No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,

2597That you are odde, and he is euen with you.

2598Mene. You fillip me a'th'head.

2599Cres. No, Ile be sworne.

2600Vlis. It were no match, your naile against his horne:

2601May I sweete Lady beg a kisse of you?

2602Cres. You may.

2603Ulis. I doe desire it.

2604Cres. Why begge then?

2605Vlis. Why then for Venus sake, giue me a kisse:

2606When Hellen is a maide againe, and his---

2607Cres. I am your debtor, claime it when 'tis due.

¶¶3 Vlis. Neuer's