2608Ulis. Neuer's my day, and then a kisse of you.

2609Diom. Lady a word, Ile bring you to your Father.

2610Nest. A woman of quicke sence.

2611Vlis. Fie, fie, vpon her:

2612Ther's a language in her eye, her cheeke, her lip;

2613Nay, her foote speakes, her wanton spirites looke out

2614At euery ioynt, and motiue of her body:

2615Oh these encounterers so glib of tongue,

2616That giue a coasting welcome ete it comes;

2617And wide vnclaspe the tables of their thoughts,

2618To euery tickling reader: set them downe,

2619For sluttish spoyles of opportunitie;

2620And daughters of the game. Exennt.

2623All. The Troians Trumpet.

2624Aga. Yonder comes the troope.

2625AEne. Haile all you state of Greece: what shalbe done

2626To him that victory commands? or doe you purpose,

2627A victor shall be knowne: will you the Knights

2628Shall to the edge of all extremitie

2629Pursue each other; or shall be diuided

2630By any voyce, or order of the field: Hector bad aske?

2631Aga. Which way would Hector haue it?

2632AEne. He cares not, heele obey conditions.

2633Aga. 'Tis done like Hector, but securely done,

2634A little proudly, and great deale disprising

2635The Knight oppos'd.

2636AEne. If not Achilles sir, what is your name?

2637Achil. If not Achilles, nothing.

2638AEne. Therefore Achilles: but what ere, know this,

2639In the extremity of great and little:

2640Valour and pride excell themselues in Hector;

2641The one almost as infinite as all;

2642The other blanke as nothing: weigh him well:

2643And that which lookes like pride, is curtesie:

2644This Aiax is halfe made of Hectors bloud;

2645In loue whereof, halfe Hector staies at home:

2646Halfe heart, halfe hand, halfe Hector, comes to seeke

2647This blended Knight, halfe Troian, and halfe Greeke.

2648Achil. A maiden battaile then? O I perceiue you.

2649Aga. Here is sir, Diomed: goe gentle Knight,

2650Stand by our Aiax: as you and Lord AEneas

2651Consent vpon the order of their fight,

2652So be it: either to the vttermost,

2653Or else a breach: the Combatants being kin,

2654Halfe stints their strife, before their strokes begin.

2655Vlis. They are oppos'd already.

2656Aga. What Troian is that same that lookes so heauy?

2657Vlis. The yongest Sonne of Priam;

2658A true Knight; they call him Troylus;

2659Not yet mature, yet matchlesse, firme of word,

2660Speaking in deedes, and deedelesse in his tongue;

2661Not soone prouok't, nor being prouok't, soone calm'd;

2662His heart and hand both open, and both free:

2663For what he has, he giues; what thinkes, he shewes;

2664Yet giues he not till iudgement guide his bounty,

2665Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath:

2666Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;

2667For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes

2668To tender obiects; but he, in heate of action,

2669Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue.

2670They call him Troylus; and on him erect,

2671A second hope, as fairely built as Hector.

2672Thus saies AEneas, one that knowes the youth,

2673Euen to his inches: and with priuate soule,

2674Did in great Illion thus translate him to me. Alarum.

2675Aga. They are in action.

2676Nest. Now Aiax hold thine owne.

2677Troy. Hector, thou sleep'st, awake thee.

2678Aga. His blowes are wel dispos'd there Aiax. trũpets cease.

2679Diom. You must no more.

2680AEne. Princes enough, so please you.

2681Aia. I am not warme yet, let vs fight againe.

2682Diom. As Hector pleases.

2683Hect. Why then will I no more:

2684Thou art great Lord, my Fathers sisters Sonne;

2685A cousen german to great Priams seede:

2686The obligation of our bloud forbids

2687A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine:

2688Were thy commixion, Greeke and Troian so,

2689That thou could'st say, this hand is Grecian all,

2690And this is Troian: the sinewes of this Legge,

2691All Greeke, and this all Troy: my Mothers bloud

2692Runs on the dexter cheeke, and this sinister

2693Bounds in my fathers: by Ioue multipotent,

2694Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member

2695Wherein my sword had not impressure made

2696Of our ranke feud: but the iust gods gainsay,

2697That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother,

2698My sacred Aunt, should by my mortall Sword

2699Be drained. Let me embrace thee Aiax:

2700By him that thunders, thou hast lustie Armes;

2701Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus.

2702Cozen, all honor to thee.

2703Aia. I thanke thee Hector:

2704Thou art too gentle, and too free a man:

2705I came to kill thee Cozen, and beare hence

2706A great addition, earned in thy death.

2707Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable,

2708On whose bright crest, fame with her lowd'st (O yes)

2709Cries, This is he; could'st promise to himselfe,

2710A thought of added honor, torne from Hector.

2711AEne. There is expectance here from both the sides,

2712What further you will doe?

2713Hect. Weele answere it:

2714The issue is embracement: Aiax, farewell.

2715Aia. If I might in entreaties finde successe,

2716As seld I haue the chance; I would desire

2717My famous Cousin to our Grecian Tents.

2718Diom. 'Tis Agamemnons wish, and great Achilles

2719Doth long to see vnarm'd the valiant Hector.

2720Hect. AEneas, call my brother Troylus to me:

2721And signifie this louing enterview

2722To the expecters of our Troian part:

2723Desire them home. Giue me thy hand, my Cousin:

2724I will goe eate with thee, and see your Knights.

2726Aia. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here.

2727Hect. The worthiest of them, tell me name by name:

2728But for Achilles, mine owne serching eyes

2729Shall finde him by his large and portly size.

2730Aga. Worthy of Armes: as welcome as to one

2731That would be rid of such an enemie.

2732But that's no welcome: vnderstand more cleere

2733What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with huskes,

2734And formelesse ruine of obliuion:

2735But in this extant moment, faith and troth,

2736Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing:

2737Bids thee with most diuine integritie,

2738From heart of very heart, great Hector welcome.

2739Hect. I thanke thee most imperious Agamemnon.