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Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she.
Troi. This she? no, this is Diomede's Crefida.
of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Ulys: May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With
that which here his passion does express ?
Troi. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well ; In characters, as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus -ne'er did young man fancy With so eternal, and so fix'd a foulHark, Greek, as much as I do Cressid love, So much by weight hate I her Diomede, That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm : Were it a cask compos'd by Vulcan's skill, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Which ship-men do the hurricano call, Conftring'd in mass by the almighty Sun, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than fhall my prompted sword
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.
Troi. O Crefid! O false Crellid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy itained name, And they'll seem glorious.
Ulyf. O, contain yourself: Your passion draws ears hither.
Enter Æneas. Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord, Hetor, by this, is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your guard, itays to conduct ycu home.
Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous Lord, adieu.
Ulyf. I'll bring you to the gates.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulyfies. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will do no more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, ilill wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them!
[Exit. SCE N E changes to the Palaie of Troy.
Enter Hector and Andromache. Ånd. I7HEN was my Lord so much ungently temper'd,
ftop Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Heet. You train me to offend you; get you gone.
brother Hector? Vol. VII.
And. W To Rop his ears againit admonishment?
And. Here, filter, arm'd, and bloody in intent:
Caf. O, 'tis true.
my trumpet found. Cuf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, sweet brother. Hect. Be gone, I say : the Gods have heard me swear.
Cal. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
And. o! be perfuaded, do not count it holy
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
Hett. Hold you still, I say;
[Exit Cassandra. Heft. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth: I am to-day i'th' vein of chivalry : Let grow thy firews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.
Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you; Which better fits a lion, than a man.
Heft. What vice is that? good Troilus, chide me for it.
Troi. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Ev'n in the fan and wind of
fair sword, You bid them rise, and live.
Heet. O, 'tis fair play.
Troi. For love of all the Gods,
Heat. Fy, favage, fy!
Troi. Who should with-hold me?
eyes o'er-galled with recourse of tears ;
Enter Priam and Cassandra.
Priam. Hector, come, go back :
Heft. Æneas is a-field,
Priam. But thou shalt not go.
Which you do here forbid me, Royal Priam.
Cas. 0, Prian, yield not to him. wird. Do not, dear father.
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you. Upon the love
you bear me, get you in. [Exit Androm, Troi. This foolish, dreaming, fuperftitious girl Makes all these bodements.
Caf. O farewel, dear Heftor :
Andromache shrills her dolour forth !
Trci. Away! Away!
Caf. Farewel : yet, foft: Hector, I take my leave ; Thou do'it thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exito
Hect. You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim: Goin and cheer the town, we'll fosth and fight; Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Priam. Farewel : the Gods with safety stand about thee!
[Alarm. Troi. They're at it, hark: proud Diomede, believe, I come to lose my arm, or win my fleeve.
Pan. A whoreson ptifick, a whoreson rascally ptifick so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girl, and what one thing and what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days; and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ach in my bones that unless a man were curit, I'cannot tell what to think on't. What says the, there? Troi. Words, words, meer words; no matter from the
heart: Th'effect doth operate another way. [Tearing the letter.