4.1.0.12168Enter at one door Aeneas with a torch, at another [door] 2169Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, [and] Diomed the 2170Grecian with [attendants carrying] torches. See, ho. Who is that there?
It is the lord Aeneas.
Is the prince there in person?
4.1.52175As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
4.1.62176Should rob my bedmate of my company.
That's my mind too. -- Good morrow, lord
2178Aeneas.
A valiant Greek, Aeneas, take his hand.
4.1.92180Witness the process of your speech wherein
4.1.102181You told how Diomed, in a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field. [To Diomed] Health to you, valiant sir,
4.1.122184During all question of the gentle truce,
4.1.132185But when I meet you armed, as black defiance
The one and other Diomed embraces.
4.1.162188Our bloods are now in calm, and so, long health.
4.1.182190By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life
And thou shalt hunt a lion that will fly
4.1.212193With his face backward in humane gentleness.
4.1.222194Welcome to Troy. Now, by Anchises' life,
4.1.252197The thing he means to kill more excellently.
We sympathize. Jove, let Aeneas live
4.1.272199(If to my sword his fate be not the glory)
4.1.302202With every joint a wound and that tomorrow.
We know each other well.
We do, and long to know each other worse.
This is the most despiteful'st gentle greeting,
4.1.342206The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of. --
4.1.352207[To Aeneas] What business, lord, so early?
I was sent for to the king, but why, I know not.
His purpose meets you; it was to bring this Greek
4.1.382210To Calchas' house, and there to render him,
4.1.392211For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid.
4.1.402212Let's have your company, or, if you please,
4.1.412213Haste there before us. I constantly do think
4.1.422214(Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge)
4.1.432215My brother Troilus lodges there tonight.
4.1.442216Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,
We shall be much unwelcome. That I assure you.
4.1.472220Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Than Cressid borne from Troy. There is no help.
On, lord, we'll follow you. Good morrow, all.
And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true --
4.1.532227Even in the soul of sound good fellowship --
4.1.542228Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen most,
Myself or Menelaus? Both alike.
4.1.562231He merits well to have her that doth seek her,
4.1.582233With such a hell of pain and world of charge,
4.1.592234And you as well to keep her that defend her,
4.1.612236With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.
4.1.622237He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
4.1.632238The lees and dregs of a flat tamèd piece;
4.1.642239You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
4.1.652240Are pleased to breed out your inheritors.
4.1.662241Both merits poised, each weighs no less nor more,
You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
She's bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris.
4.1.702245For every false drop in her bawdy veins,
4.1.712246A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
4.1.732248A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak,
4.1.742249She hath not given so many good words breath
4.1.752250As, for her, Greeks and Trojans suffered death.
Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
4.1.772252Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy.
4.1.782253But we in silence hold this virtue well:
4.1.792254We'll not commend what we intend to sell.