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Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
2168Enter at one doore AEneas with a Torch, at another
2169Paris, Diephoebus, Anthenor, Diomed the
2170Grecian, with Torches.
2171Par. See hoa, who is that there?
2176Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
2177Diom. That's my minde too: good morrow Lord
2181You told how Diomed, in a whole weeke by dayes
2182Did haunt you in the Field.
2184During all question of the gentle truce:
2185But when I meete you arm'd, as blacke defiance,
2186As heart can thinke, or courage execute.
2187Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces,
2188Our blouds are now in calme; and so long health:
2189But when contention, and occasion meetes,
2190By Ioue, Ile play the hunter for thy life,
2191With all my force, pursuite and pollicy.
2193With his face backward, in humaine gentlenesse:
2194Welcome to Troy; now by Anchises life,
2197The thing he meanes to kill, more excellently.
2199(If to my sword his fate be not the glory)
2201But in mine emulous honor let him dye:
2202With euery ioynt a wound, and that to morrow.
2203AEne. We know each other well.
2206The noblest hatefull loue, that ere I heard of.
2210To Calcha's house; and there to render him,
2211For the enfreed Anthenor, the faire Cressid:
2212Lers haue your company; or if you please,
2214(Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge)
2215My brother Troylus lodges there to night.
2216Rouse him, and giue him note of our approach,
2217With the whole quality whereof, I feare
2218We shall be much vnwelcome.
2220Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
2221Then Cressid borne from Troy.
Par. There
Troylus and Cressida.
2222Par. There is no helpe:
2224On Lord, weele follow you.
2226Par. And tell me noble Diomed; faith tell me true,
2228Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen most?
2230Diom. Both alike.
2231He merits well to haue her, that doth seeke her,
2233With such a hell of paine, and world of charge.
2234And you as well to keepe her, that defend her,
2237He like a puling Cuckold, would drinke vp
2238The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece:
2239You like a letcher, out of whorish loynes,
2240Are pleas'd to breede out your inheritors:
2241Both merits poyz'd, each weighs no lesse nor more,
2242But he as he, which heauier for a whore.
2243Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman.
2245For euery false drop in her baudy veines,
2247Of her contaminated carrion weight,
2249She hath not giuen so many good words breath,
2251Par. Faire Diomed, you doe as chapmen doe,
2253But we in silence hold this vertue well;
2254Weele not commend, what we intend to sell.
2255Here lyes our way. Exeunt.