The Tragedie of Troylus and Cressida

The Prologue.

IN Troy there lyes the Scene; From Iles of Greece The Princes Origillous, their high blood chaf'd Haue…

THE TRAGEDIE OF Troylus and Cressida.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Pandarus and Troylus.

Troylus. CAll here my Varlet, Ile vnarme againe. Why should I warre without the wals of Troy That…

Pan. Will this geere nere be mended?

Troy. The Greeks are strong, & skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenesse…

Pan. Well, I haue told you enough of this: For my part, Ile not meddle nor make no…

Troy. Haue I not tarried?

Pan. I the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.

Troy. Haue I not tarried?

Pan. I the boulting; but you must tarry the leau'ing.

Troy. Still haue I tarried.

Pan. I, to the leauening: but heeres yet in the word hereafter, the Kneading, the making of the…

Troy. Patience her selfe, what Goddesse ere she be, Doth lesser blench at sufferance, then I doe: At…

Pan. Well: She look'd yesternight fairer, then euer I saw her looke, Or any woman else.

Troy. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would riue in…

Pan. And her haire were not somewhat darker then Helens, Well go too, there were no more comparison…

Troy. Oh Pandarus! I tell thee Pandarus; When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown'd: Reply…

Pan. I speake no more then truth.

Troy. Thou do'st not speake so much.

Pan. Faith, Ile not meddle in't: Let her be as shee is if she be faire, 'tis the…

Troy. Good Pandarus: How now Pandarus?

Pan. I haue had my Labour for my trauell, ill thought on of her, and ill thought on…

Troy. What art thou angry Pandarus? what with me?

Pan. Because she's Kinne to me, therefore shee's not so faire as Helen, and she were not kin…

Troy. Say I she is not faire?

Troy. I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee's a Foole to stay behinde her Father:…

Troy. Pandarus?

Pan. Not I.

Troy. Sweete Pandarus.

Pan. Pray you speake no more to me, I will leaue all as I found it, and there…

Exit Pand.

Sound Alarum.

Tro. Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude sounds, Fooles on both sides,Helen must needs be faire, When with…

Alarum.

Enter Æneas.

Æne. How now Prince Troylus? Wherefore not a field?

Troy. Because not there; this womans answer sorts. For womanish it is to from thence: What newes Æneas…

Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.

Troy. By whom Æneas?

Æne. Troylus by Menelaus.

Troy. Let Paris bleed 'tis but a scar to scorne, Paris is gor'd with Menelaus horne.

Alarum.

Æne. Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day.

Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may: But to the sport abroad, are you bound…

Æne. In all swift hast.

Troy. Come goe wee then togither.

Exeunt.

Enter Cressid and her man.

Cre. Who were those went by?

Man. Queene Hecuba Hellen.

Cre. And whether go they?

Man. Vp to the Easterne Tower, Whose height commands as subiect all the vaile, To see the battell:…

Cre. What was his cause of anger?

Man. The noise goe's this; There is among the Greekes, A Lord of Troian blood, Nephew to Hector,…

Cre. Good; and what of him?

Man. They say he is a very man per se and stands alone.

Cre. So do all men, vnlesse they are drunke, sicke, or haue no legges.

Man. This man Lady, hath rob'd many beasts of their particular additions, he is as valiant as the…

Cre. But how should this man that makes me smile, make Hector angry?

Man. They say he yesterday cop'd Hector in the bat­ tell and stroke him downe, the disdaind &…

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. Who comes here?

Man. Madam your Vncle Pandarus.

Cre. Hectors a gallant man.

Man. As may be in the world Lady.

Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cre. Good morrow Vncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow Cozen Cressid: what do you talke of? good morrow Alexander: how do you Cozen? when…

Cre. This morning Vncle.

Pan. What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector arm'd and gon ere yea came to…

Cre. Hector was gone but Hellen was not vp?

Pan. E'ene so; Hector was stirring early.

Cre. That were we talking of and of his anger.

Pan. Was he angry?

Cre. So he faies here.

Pan. True he was so; I know the cause too, heele lay about him to day I can…

Cre. What is he angry too?

Pan. Who Troylus? Troylus is the better man of the two.

Cre. Oh Iupiter; there's no comparison.

Pan. What not betweene Troylus and Hector? do you know a man if you see him?

Cre. I, if I euer saw him before and knew him.

Pan. Well I say Troylus is Troylus.

Cre. Then you say as I say, For I am sure he is not Hector.

Pan. No not Hector is not Troylus in some degrees.

Cre. 'Tis iust, to each of them he is himselfe.

Pan. Himselfe? alas poore Troylus I would he were.

Cre. So he is.

Pan. Condition I had gone bare‑foote to India.

Cre. He is not Hector.

Pan. Himselfe? no? hee's not himselfe, would a were himselfe: well, the Gods are aboue, time must friend…

Cre. Excuse me.

Pan. He is elder.

Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. Th'others not come too't, you shall tell me ano­ ther tale when th'others come too't: Hector shall…

Cre. He shall not neede it if he haue his owne.

Pan. Nor his qualities.

Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beautie.

Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.

Pan. You haue no iudgement Neece; Hellen her selfe swore th'other day, that Troylus for a browne fauour…

Cre. No but browne.

Pan. Faith to say truth, browne and not browne.

Cre. To say the truth, true and not true.

Pan. She prais'd his complexion aboue Paris.

Cre. Why Paris hath colour inough.

Pan. So, he has.

Cre. Then Troylus should haue too much, if she prais'd him aboue, his complexion is higher then his,…

Pan. I sweare to you, I thinke Hellen loues him better then Paris.

Cre. Then shee's a merry Greeke indeed.

Pan. Nay I am sure she does, she came to him th'other day into the compast window, and…

Cres. Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone bring his particulars therein, to a totall.

Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his…

Cres. Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?

Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, she came and puts me her white hand…

Cres. Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen?

Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled, I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man in all…

Cre. Oh he smiles valiantly.

Pan. Dooes hee not?

Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.

Pan. Why go to then, but to proue to you that Hellen loues Troylus.

Cre. Troylus wil stand to thee Proofe, if youle prooue it so.

Pan. Troylus? why he esteemes her no more then I e­ steeme an addle egge.

Cre. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an idle head, you would eate…

Pan. I can not chuse but laugh to thinke how she tick­ led his chin, indeed shee has…

Cre. Without the racke.

Pan. And shee takes vpon her to spie a white haire on his chinne.

Cre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.

Pand. But there was such laughing, Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore.

Cre. With Milstones.

Pan. And Cassandra laught,

Cre. But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run ore…

Pan. And Hector laught.

Cre. At what was ail this laughing?

Pand. Marry at the white haire that Hellen spied on Troylus chin.

Cres. And t'had beene a greene haire, I should haue laught too.

Pand. They laught not so much at the haire, as at his pretty answere.

Cre. What was his answere?

Pan. Quoth shee, heere's but two and fisty haires on your chinne; and one of them is white.

Cre. This is her question.

Pand. That's true, make no question os that, two and fiftie haires quoth hee, and one white, that…

Cre. So let it now, For is has beene a great while going by.

Pan. Well Cozen, I told you a thing yesterday, think on't.

Cre. So I does.

Pand. Ile be sworne 'tis true, he will weepe you an'twere a man borne in Aprill.

Sound a retreate.

Cres. And Ile spring vp in his teares, an 'twere a nettle against May.

Pan. Harke they are coming from the field, shal we stand vp here and see them, as they…

Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Heere, heere, here's an excellent place, here we may see most brauely, Ile tel you them all…

Enter Æneas.

Cre. Speake not so low'd.

Pan. That's Æneas, is not that a braue man, hee's one of the flowers of Troy I can…

Cre. Who's that's?

Enter Antenor.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrow'd wit I can tell you, and hee's a man good inough,…

Cre. Will he giue you the nod?

Pan. You shall see.

Cre. If he do, the rich shall haue, more,

Enter Hector.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, looke you, that there's a fellow. Goe thy way Hector, there's a braue…

Cre. O braue man!

Pan. Is a not? It dooes a mans heart good looke you What hacks are on his Helmet,…

Cre. Be those with Swords?

Enter Paris;

Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell come to him, it's all one, by Gods…

Cre. Whose that?

Enter Hellenus.

Pan. That's Hellenus, 1 maruell where Troylus is, that's Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day:…

Cre. Can Hellenus fight Vncle?

Pan. Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent, well, I maruell where Troylus is; harke, do you not haere…

Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

Enter Trylus.

Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Dæphobus. 'Tis Troy­ lus! Ther's a man Neece, hem : Braue Troylus the Prince…

Cre. Peace, for shame peace.

Pand. Marke him, not him: O braue Troylus: looke well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword…

Enter common Souldiers.

Cres. Heere come more.

Pan. Asses, fooles, dolts, chaffe and bran, chaffe and bran; porredge after meat. I could liue and dye…

Cres. There is among the Greekes Achilles, a better man then Troylus.

Pan. Achilles? a Dray‑man, a Porter, a very Camell.

Cres. Well, well.

Pan. Well, well? Why haue you any discretion? haue you any eyes? Do you know what a man…

Cres. I, a minc'd man, and then to be bak'd with no Date in the pye, for then…

Pan. You are such another woman, one knowes not at what ward you lye.

Cres. Vpon my backe, to defend my belly; vpon my wit, to defend my wiles; vppon my secrecy,…

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cres. Nay Ile watch you for that, and that's one of the cheefest of them too: If I…

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are such another.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speake with you.

Pan. Where?

Boy. At your owne house.

Pan. Good Boy tell him I come, I doubt he bee hurt. Fare ye well good Neece.

Cres. Adieu Vnkle.

Pan. Ile be with you Neece by and by.

Cres. To bring Vnkle.

Pan. I, a token from Troylus.

Cres. By the same token. You are a Bawd. Exit Pand. Words, vowes, gifts, teares, & loues full…

Exit.

Senet. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Vlysses, Diome­ des, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes: What greefe hath set the Iaundies on your cheekes? The ample proposition that hope makes In…

Nestor. With due Obseruance of thy godly seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Thy latest words. In the…

Vlys. Agamemnon. Thou great Commander, Nerue, and Bone of Greece, Heart of our Numbers, soule, and onely spirit,…

Aga. Speak Prince of Ithaca, and be't of lesse expect: That matter needlesse of importlesse burthen Diuide thy…

Vlys. Troy yet vpon his basis had bene downe, And the great Hectors sword had lack'd a Master…

And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead: Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong,…

Nest. Most wisely hath Vlyssesheere discouer'd The Feauer, where of all our power is sicke.

Aga. The Nature of the sicknesse found (Ulysses) What is the remedie?

Vlys. The great Achilles, whom Opinion crownes, The sinew, and the fore‑hand of our Hoste, Hauing his eare…

Successe or losse, what is, or is not, serues As stuffe for these two, to make paradoxes.

Nest. And in the imitation of these twaine, Who (as Vlysses sayes) Opinion crownes With an Imperiall voyce,…

Vlys. They taxe our policy, and call it Cowardice, Count Wisedome as no member of the Warre, Fore‑stall…

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles horse Makes many Thetis sonnes.

Tucket

Aga. What Trumpet? Looke Menelaus.

Men. From Troy.

Enter Æneas.

Aga. What would you 'fore our Tent?

Æne. Is this great Agamemnons Tent, I pray you?

Aga. Euen this.

Æne. May one that is a Herald, and a Prince, Do a faire message to his Kingly eares?

Aga. With surety stronger then Achilles arme, 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voyce Call Agamemnon…

Æne. Faire leaue, and large security. How may A stranger to those most Imperial lookes, Know them from…

Aga. How?

Æne. I: I aske. that I might waken reuerence, And on the cheeke be ready with a blush…

Aga. This Troyan scornes vs, or the men of Troy Are ceremonious Courtiers.

Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonnaire; vnarm'd, As bending Angels: that's their Fame, in peace: But when they…

Aga. Sir, you of Troy, call you your selfe Æneas?

Æne. I Greeke that is my name.

Aga. What's your affayre I pray you?

Æne. Sir pardon,'tis for Agamemnons eares.

Aga. He heares nought priuatly That comes from Troy.

Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him, I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare,…

Aga. Speake frankely as the winde, It is not Agamemnons sleeping houre; That thou shalt know Troyan he…

Æne. Trumpet blow loud, Send thy Brasse voyce through all these lazie Tents, And euery Greeke of mettle,…

Aga. This shall be told our Louers Lord Æneas If none of them haue soule in such a…

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man When Hectors Grandsire suckt: he is old now,…

Æne. Now heauens forbid such scarsitie of youth.

Vlys. Amen.

Aga. Faire Lord Æneas, Let me touch your hand: To our Pauillion shal I leade you first: Achilles…

Exeunt.

Manet Vlysses, and, Nestor.

Vlys. Nestor.

Nest. What sayes Vlysses?

Vlys. I haue a young conception in my braine, Be you my time to bring it to some…

Nest. What is't?

Vlysses. This 'tis: Blunt wedges riue hard knots: the seeded Pride That hath to this maturity blowne vp…

Nest. Wel, and how?

Vlys. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, How euer it is spred in general name, Relates in…

Nest. The purpose is perspicuous euen as substance, Whose grossenesse little charracters summe vp, And in the publication…

Vlys. And wake him to the answer, thinke you?

Nest. Yes,'tis most meet; who may you else oppose That can from Hector bring his Honor off, If…

Vlys. Giue pardon to my speech: Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector: Let vs (like Merchants) shew…

Nest. I see them not with my old eies: what are they?

Vlys. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, (Were he not proud) we all should weare with him:…

Nest. Now Vlysses, I begin to rellish thy aduice, And I wil giue a taste of it forthwith…

Exeunt

Enter Aiax, and Thersites.

Aia. Thersites?

Ther. Agamemnon, how if he had Biles (ful) all ouer generally.

Aia. Thersites?

Ther. And those Byles did runne, say so; did not the General run, were not that a botchy…

Aia. Dogge.

Ther. Then there would come some matter from him: I see none now.

Aia. Thou Bitch‑Wolfes‑Sonne, canst yͧ not heare? Feele then.

strikes him.

Ther. The plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel beefe‑witted Lord.

Aia. Speake then you whinid'st leauen speake, I will beate thee into handsomnesse.

Ther. I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse: but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con…

Aia. Toads stoole, learne me the Proclamation.

Ther. Doest thou thinke I haue no sence thou strik'st (me thus?

Aia. The Proclamation.

Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a foole, I thinke.

Aia. Do not Porpentine, do not; my fingers itch.

Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee, I…

Aia. I say the Proclamation.

Ther. Thou grumblest & railest euery houre on A­ chilles and thou art as ful of enuy at…

Aia. Mistresse Thersites.

Ther. Thou should'st strike him

Aia. Coblofe.

Ther. He would pun thee into shiuers with his fist, as A Sailor breakes a bisket.

Aia. You horson Curre.

Ther. Do, do.

Aia. Thou stoole for a Witch.

Ther. I, do, do, thou sodden‑witted Lord: thou hast no more braine then I haue in mine elbows:…

Aia. You dogge.

Ther. You scuruy Lord.

Aia. You Curre.

Ther. Mars his Ideot: do rudenes, do Camell, do, do.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus.

Achil. Why how now Aiax? wherefore do you this? How now Thersites? what's the matter man?

Ther. You see him there, do you?

Achil. I, what's the matter.

Ther. Nay looke vpon him.

Achil. So I do: what's the matter?

Ther. Nay but regard him well.

Achil. Well, why I do so.

Ther. But yet you looke not well vpon him: for who some euer you take him to be,…

Achil. I know that foole.

Ther. I, but that foole knowes not himselfe.

Aiax. Therefore I beate thee.

Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicumes of wit he vtters: his euasions haue eares thus long. I…

Achil. What?

Ther. I say this Ajax⸺

Achil. Nay good Aiax.

Ther. Has not so much wit.

Achil. Nay, 1 must hold you.

Ther. As will stop the eye of Helens Needle, for whom he comes to fight.

Achil. Peace foole.

Ther. I would haue peace and quietnes, but the foole will not: he there, that he, looke you…

Aiax. O thou damn'd Curre, I shall⸺

Achil. Will you set your wit to a Fooles.

Ther. No I warrant you, for a fooles will shame it.

Pat. Good words Thersites.

Achil. What's the quarrell?

Aiax. I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure Of the Proclamation, and he sayles vpon…

Ther. I serue thee not.

Aiax. Well, go too, go too.

Ther. I serue heere voluntary.

Achil. Your last seruice was sufferance, 'twas not vo­ luntary, no man is beaten voluntary: Aiax was heere…

Ther. E'neso, a great deale of your wit too lies in your sinnewes, or else there be Liars,…

Achil. What with me to Thersites?

Ther. There's Vlysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes,…

Achil. What? what?

Ther. Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to⸺

Aiax. I shall cut out your tongue.

Ther. 'Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou afterwards.

Pat. No more words Thersites.

Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids me, shall I?

Achil. There's for you Patroclus.

Ther. I wil see you hang'd like Clotpoles ere I come any more to your Tents; I will…

Exit.

Pat. A good riddance.

Achil. Marry this Sir is proclaim'd through al our host, That Hector by the fift houre of the…

Aiax. Farewell? who shall answer him?

Achil. I know not,'tis put to Lottry: otherwise He knew his man.

Aiax. O meaning you, I wil go learne more of it.

Exit.

Enter Priam, Hector, Troylus, Paris and Helenus.

Pri. After so many houres, liues, speeches spent, Thus once againe sayes Nestor, from the Greekes, Deliuer Helen,…

Hect. Though no man lesser feares the Greeks then I, As farre as touches my particular: yet dread…

Troy. Fie, fie, my Brother; Weigh you the worth and h□nour of a King (So great as our…

Hel. No maruel though you bite so sharp at reasons, You are so empty of them, should not…

Troy. You are for dreames & slumbers brother Priest You furre your gloues with reason:here are your reasons…

Hect. Brother, she is not worth What she doth cost the holding.

Troy. What's aught, but as 'tis valew'd?

Hect. But value dwels not in particular will, It holds his estimate and dignitie As well, wherein 'tis…

Troy. I take to day a Wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my…

Enter Cassandra with her haire about her eares.

Cas. Cry Troyans, cry.

Priam. What noyse? what shreeke is this?

Troy. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voyce.

Cas. Cry Troyans.

Hect. It is Cassandra.

Cas. Cry Troyans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with Propheticke teares.

Hect. Peace sister, peace.

Cas. Virgins, and Boyes; mid‑age & wrinkled old, Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry, Adde to my…

Exit.

Hect. Now youthfull Troylus, do not these hie strains Of diuination in our Sister, worke Some touches of…

Troy. Why Brother Hector, We may not thinke the iustnesse of each acte Such, and no other then…

Par. Else might the world conuince of leuitie, As well my vnder‑takings as your counsels: But I attest…

Pri. Paris, you speake Like one be‑sotted on your sweet delights; You haue the Hony still, but these…

Par. Sir, I propose not meerely to my selfe, The pleasures such a beauty brings with it: But…

Hect. Paris and Troylus, you haue both said well: And on the cause and question now in hand,…

Tro. Why? there you toucht the life of our designe: Were it not glory that we more affected,…

Hect. I am yours, You valiant off‑spring of great Priamus, I haue a roisting challenge sent among'st The…

Exeunt.

Enter Thersites solus.

How now Thersites? what lost in the Labyrinth of thy furie? shall the Elephant Aiax carry it thus?…

Enter Patroclus.

Patr. Who's there? Thersites. Good Thersites come in and raile.

Ther. If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit, Thou would'st not haue slipt out of my contemplation,…

Patr. What art thou deuout? wast thou in a prayer?

Ther. I, the heauens heare me.

Enter Achilles.

Achil. Who's there?

Patr. Thersites, my Lord.

Achil. Where, where, art thou come? why my cheese, my digestion, Why hast thou not seru'd thy selfe…

Ther. Thy Commander Achilles, then tell me Patro­ clus, what's Achilles?

Patr. Thy Lord Thersites: then tell me I pray thee, what's thy selfe?

Ther. Thy knower Patroclus: then tell me Patroclus, what art thou?

Patr. Thou maist tell that know'st.

Achil. O tell, tell.

Ther. Ile declin the whole question: Agamemnon com­ mands Achilles, Achilles is my Lord, I am Patroclus know­…

Patro. You rascall.

Ter. Peace foole, I haue not done.

Achil. He is a priuiledg'd man, proceede Thersites.

Ther. Agamemnon is a foole, Achilles is a foole, Ther­ sites is a foole, and as aforesaid, Patroclus…

Achil. Deriue this? come?

Ther. Agamemnon is a foole to offer to command A­ chilles, Achilles is a foole to be commanded…

Patr. Why am I a foole?

Enter Agamemnon, Vlisses. Nestor, Diomedes, Aiax, and Chalcas.

Ther. Make that demand to the Creator it suffises me thou art. Looke you, who comes here?

Achil. Patroclus, Ile speake with no body: come in with me Thersites.

Exit.

Ther. Here is such patcherie, such iugling, and such knauerie: all the argument is a Cuckold and a…

Agam. Where is Achilles?

Patr. Within his Tent, but ill dispos'd my Lord.

Agam. Let it be knowne to him that we are here: He sent our Messengers, and we lay…

Pat. I shall so say to him.

Vlis. We saw him at the opening of his Tent, He is not sicke.

Aia. Yes, Lyon sicke, sicke of proud heart; you may call it Melancholly if will fauour the man,…

Nes. What moues thus to bay at him?

Vlis. Achillis hath inueigled his Foole from him.

Nes. Who, Thersites?

Vlis. He.

Nes. Then will Aiax lacke matter, if he haue lost his Argument.

Vlis. No, you see he is his argument that has his argu­ ment Achilles.

Nes. All the better, their fraction is more our wish then their faction; but it was a strong…

Vlis. The amitie that wisedome knits, not folly may easily vntie. Enter Patroclus. Here comes Patroclus.

Nes. No Achilles with him?

Vlis. The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie: His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight.

Patro. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry: If any thing more then your sport and pleasure,…

Aga. Heare you Patroclus: We are too well acquainted with these answers: But his euasion winged thus twist…

Pat. I shall, and bring his answere presently.

Aga. In second voyce weele not be satisfied, We come to speake with him, Vlisses enter you.

Exit Vlisses.

Aiax. What is he more then another?

Aga. No more then what he thinkes he is.

Aia. Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes himselfe a better man then I am?

Ag. No question.

Aiax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?

Ag. No, Noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle,…

Aiax. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what it is.

Aga. Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp…

Enter Vlysses.

Aiax. I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring of Toades.

Nest. Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?

Vlis. Achilles will not to the field to morrow.

Ag. What's his excuse?

Vlis. He doth relye on none, But carries on the streame of his dispose, Without obseruance or respect…

Aga. Why, will he not vpon our Faire request, Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs?

Vlis. Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse, And…

Ag. Let Aiax goe to him, Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent; 'Tis said…

Vlis. O Agamemnon, let it not be so. Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes. When they goe…

Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.

Dio. And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.

Aia. If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him ore the face.

Ag. O no, you shall not goe.

Aia. And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let me goe to him.

Vlis. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.

Aia. A paultry insolent fellow.

Nest. How he describes himselfe.

Aia. Can he not be sociable?

Vlis. The Rauen chides blacknesse.

Ain. Ile let his humours bloud.

Ag. He will be the Physitian that should be the pa­ tient.

Aia. And all men were a my minde,

Vlis. Wit would be out of fashion.

Aia. A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords first: shall pride carry it?

Nest. And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.

Vlis. A would haue ten shares.

Aia. I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not yet through warme.

Nest. Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his am­ bition is dry.

Vlis. My L. you seede too much on this dislike.

Nest. Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.

Diom. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.

Vlis. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme, Here is a man, but 'tis before his…

Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Vlis. 'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.

Aia. A horson dog, that dial palter thus with vs, would he were a Troian.

Nest. What a vice were it in Aiax now⸺

Ulis. If he were proud.

Dio. Or couetous of praise.

Vlis. I, or surley borne.

Dio. Or strange, or selfe affected.

Vl. Thank the heauens L. thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gaue…

Aia. Shall I call you Father?

Ulis. I my good Sonne.

Dio. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax.

Vlis. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles Keepes thicket: please it our Generall, To call together…

Ag. Goe we to Counsaile, let Achilles sleepe; Light Botes may saile swift, though greater bulkes draw deepe.

Exeunt.

Musicke sounds within.

Enter Pandarus and a Seruant.

Pan. Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you fol­ low the yong Lord Paris?

Ser. I sir, when he goes before me.

Pan. You depend vpon him I meane?

Ser. Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord.

Pan. You depend vpon a noble Gentleman: I must needes praise him.

Ser. The Lord be praised.

Pa. You know me, doe you not?

Ser. Faith sir, superficially.

Pa. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus.

Ser. I hope I shall know your honour better.

Pa. I doe desire it.

Ser. You are in the state of Grace?

Pa. Grace, not so friend, honor and Lordship are my title: What Musique is this?

Ser. I doe but partly know sir: it is Musicke in parts.

Pa. Know you the Musitians.

Ser. Wholly sir,

Pa. Who play they to?

Ser. To the hearers sir.

Pa. At whose pleasur friend?

Ser. At mine sir, and theirs that loue Musicke.

Pa. Command, I meane friend.

Ser. Who shall I command sir?

Pa. Friend, we vnderstand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose…

Ser. That's too't indeede sir: marry sir, at the request of Paris my L. who's there in person;…

Pa. Who? my Cosin Cressida.

Ser. No Sir, Helen, could you not finde out that by her attributes?

Pa. It should seeme fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to speake with…

Ser. Sodden businesse, there's a stewed phrase indeede.

Enter Paris and Helena.

Pan. Faire be to you my Lord, and to all this faire com­ pany: faire desires in all…

Hel. Deere L. you are full of faire words.

Pan. You speake your faire pleasure sweete Queene: faire Prince, here is good broken Musicke.

Par. You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you shall make it whole againe, you shall…

Pan. Truely Lady no.

Hel. O sir.

Pan. Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude.

Paris. Well said my Lord: well, you say so in fits.

Pan. I haue businesse to my Lord, deere Queene: my Lord will you vouchsafe me a word.

Hel. Nay, this shall not hedge vs out, weele heare you sing certainely.

Pan. Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with me, but, marry thus my Lord, my deere Lord, and…

Hel. My Lord Pandarus hony sweete Lord.

Pan. Go too sweete Queene, goe to Commends himself most affectionately to you.

Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody: if you doe, out melancholly vpon your head.

Pan. Sweete Queene, sweete Queene, that's a sweete Queene I faith⸺

Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence.

Pan. Nay, that shall not serue your turne that shall it not in truth la. Nay, I care…

Hel. My Lord Pandarus?

Pan. What saies my sweete Queene, my very, very sweete Queene?

Par. What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night?

Hel. Nay but my Lord?

Pan. What saies my sweete Queene? my cozen will fall out with you.

Hel. You must not know where he sups.

Par. With my disposer Cressida.

Pan. No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your disposer is sicke.

Par. Well, Ile make excuse.

Pan. I good my Lord: why should you say Cressida? no your poore disposer's sicke.

Par. I spie.

Pan. You spie, what doe you spie: come, giue me an instrument now sweete Queene.

Hel. Why this is kindely done?

Pan. My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you haue sweete Queene.

Hel. She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.

Pand. Hee? no, sheele none of him, they two are twaine.

Hel. Falling in after falling out, may make them three.

Pan. Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing you a song now.

Hel. I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou hast a fine fore‑head.

Pan. I you may, you may.

Hel. Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.

Pan. Loue? I that it shall yfaith.

Par. I, good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.

Pan. In good troth it begins so. Loue, loue, nothing but loue, still more: For O loues Bow,…

Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose.

Par. He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts,…

Pan. Is this the generation of loue? Hot bloud, hot thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers,…

Par. Hector Deiphœbus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would faine haue arm'd to day,…

Hel. He hangs the lippe at something; you know all Lord Pandarus?

Pan. Not I hony sweete Queene: I long to heare how they sped to day: Youle remember your…

Par. To a hayre.

Pan. Farewell sweete Queene.

Hel. Commend me to your Neece.

Pan. I will sweete Queene.

Sound a retreat.

Par. They're come from fielde: let vs to Priams Hall To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must…

Hel. 'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris: Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in…

Exeunt.

Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man.

Pan. How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen Cressidas?

Man. No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.

Enter Troylus.

Pan. O here he comes: How now, how now?

Troy. Sirra walke off.

Pan. Haue you seene my Cousin?

Troy. No Pandarus: I stalke about her doore Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes Staying for…

Pan. Walke here ith'Orchard, Ile bring her straight.

Exit Pandarus.

Troy. I am giddy; expectation whirles me round, Th'imaginary relish is so sweete. That it inchants my sence:…

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. Shee's making her ready sheele come straight; you must be witty now, she does so blush, &…

Exit Pand.

Troy. Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome: My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse, And…

Enter Pandarus and Cressida.

Pan. Come, come, what neede you blush? Shames a babie; here she is now, sweare the oathes now…

Troy. You haue bereft me of all words Lady.

Pan. Words pay no debts; giue her deedes: but sheele bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if shee call…

Cres. Will you walke in my Lord?

Troy. O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus?

Cres. Wisht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord.

Troy. What should they grant? what makes this pret­ ty abruption: what too curious dreg espies my sweete…

Cres. More dregs then water, if my teares haue eyes.

Troy. Feares make diuels of Cherubins, they neuer see truely.

Cres. Blinde feare, that seeing reason leads, findes safe footing, then blinde reason, stumbling without feare to feare…

Troy. Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare, In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster.

Cres. Not nothing monstrous neither?

Troy. Nothing but our vndertakings, when we vowe to weepe seas, liue in fire, eate rockes, tame Tygers;…

Cres. They say all Louers sweare more performance then they are able, and yet reserue an ability that…

Troy. Are there such? such are not we: Praise vs as we are tasted, allow vs as we…

Cres. Will you walke in my Lord?

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. What blushing still? haue you not done talking yet?

Cres. Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of you, youle giue him me:…

Tro. You know now your hostages: your Vnckles word and my firme faith.

Pan. Nay, Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred though they be long ere they are…

Cres. Boldnesse comes to mee now, and brings mee heart: Prince Troylus, I haue lou'd you night and…

Troy. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?

Cres. Hard to seeme won: but I was won my Lord With the first glance; that euer pardon…

Troy. And shall, albeit sweete Musicke issues thence.

Pan. Pretty yfaith.

Cres. My Lord, I doe beseech you pardon me, 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kisse:…

Troy. Your leaue sweete Cressid?

Pan. Leaue: and you take leaue till to morrow mor­ ning.

Cres. Pray you content you.

Troy. What offends you Lady?

Cres. Sir, mine owne company.

Troy. You cannot shun your selfe.

Cres. Let me goe and try: I, haue a kinde of selfe recides with you: But an vnkinde…

Troy. Well know they what they speake, that speakes so wisely.

Cre. Perchance my Lord, I shew more craft then loue, And fell so roundly to a large confession,…

Troy. O that I thought it could be in a woman: As if it can, I will presume…

Cr□s. In that lle warre with you.

Troy. O vertuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right: True swaines in loue,…

Cres. Prophet may you be: If I be false, or swerue a haire from truth, When time is…

Pand. Go too, a bargaine made: seale it, seale it, Ile be the witnesse here I hold you…

Troy. Amen.

Cres. Amen.

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber, which bed, be­ cause it shall not speake of…

Exeunt.

Enter Vlysses, Diomedes, Nestor. Agamemnon, Menelaus and Chalcas. Florish.

Cal. Now Princes for the seruice haue done you, The aduantage of the time promps me aloud, To…

Agam. What would'st thou of vs Troian? make demand?

Cal. You haue a Troian prisoner, cal'd Anthenor, Yesterday tooke: Troy holds him very deere. Oft haue you…

Aga. Let Diomedes beare him, And bring vs Cressid hither: Calcas shall haue What he requests of vs:…

Dio. This shall I vndertake, and 'tis a burthen Which I am proud to beare.

Exit.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent.

Vlis. Achilles stands i'th entrance of his Tent; Please it our Generall to passe strangely by him, As…

Agam. Weele execute your purpose, and put on A forme of strangenesse as we passe along, So doe…

Achil. What comes the Generall to speake with me? You know my minde, Ile fight no more 'gainst…

Aga. What saies Achilles, would he ought with vs?

Nes. Would you my Lord ought with the Generall?

Achil. No.

Nes. Nothing my Lord.

Aga. The better.

Achil. Good day, good day.

Men. How doe you? how doe you?

Achi. What, do's the Cuckold scorne me?

Aiax. How now Patroclus?

Achil. Good morrow Aiax?

Aiax. Ha.

Achil. Good morrow.

Aiax. I, and good next day too.

Exeunt.

Achil. What meane these fellowes? know they not Achilles?

Patr. They passe by strangely: they were vs'd to bend To send their smiles before them to Achilles:…

Achil. What am I poore of late? 'Tis certaine, greatnesse once falne out with fortune, Must fall out…

Vlis. Now great Thetis Sonne.

Achil. What are you reading?

Vlis. A strange fellow here Writes me, that man, how dearely euer parted, How much in hauing, or…

Achil. This is not strange Vlisses: The beautie that is borne here in the face, The bearer knowes…

Vlis. I doe not straine it at the position, It is familiar; but at the Authors drift, Who…

Achil. I doe beleeue it: For they past by me, as mysers doe by beggars, Neither gaue to…

Vlis. Time hath (my Lord) a wallet at his backe, Wherein he puts almes for obliuion: A great…

If thou would'st not entombe thy selfe aliue, And case thy reputation in thy Tent; Whose glorious deedes,…

Achil. Of this my priuacie, I haue strong reasons.

Vlis. But'gainst your priuacie The reasons are more potent and heroycall: 'Tis knowne Achilles, that you are in…

Achil. Ha? knowne?

Vlis. Is that a wonder? The prouidence that's in a watchfull State, Knowes almost euery graine of Plutoes…

Patr. To this effect Achilles haue I mou'd you; A woman impudent and mannish growne, Is not more…

Achil. Shall Aiax fight with Hector?

Patr. I, and perhaps receiue much honor by him.

Achil. I see my reputation is at stake, My fame is shrowdly gored.

Patr. O then beware: Those wounds heale ill, that men doe giue themselues: Omission to doe what is…

Achil. Goe; call Thersites hither sweet Patroclus, Ile send the foole to Aiax, and desire him T'inuite the…

Ther. A wonder.

Achil. What?

Ther. Aiax goes vp and downe the field, asking for himselfe.

Achil. How so?

Ther. Hee must fight singly to morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroicall cudgelling,…

Achil. How can that be?

Ther. Why he stalkes vp and downe like a Peacock, a stride and a stand: ruminates like an…

Achil. Thou must be my Ambassador to him Thersites.

Ther. Who, I: why, heele answer nobody: he pro­ fesses not answering; speaking is for beggers: he weares…

Achil. To him Patroclus; tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Aiax, to inuite the most valorous Hector,…

Patro. Ioue blesse great Aiax.

Ther. Hum.

Patr. I come from the worthy Aehilles .

Ther. Ha?

Patr. Who most humbly desires you to inuite Hector to his Tent.

Ther. Hum.

Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon.

Ther. Agamemnon?

Patr. I my Lord.

Ther. Ha?

Patr. What say you too't.

Ther. God buy you with all my heart.

Patr. Your answer sir.

Ther. If tomorrow be a faire day, by eleuen a clocke it will goe one way or other;…

Patr. Your answer sir.

Ther. Fare you well withall my heart.

Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?

Ther. No, but he's out a tune thus: what musicke will be in him when Hector has knockt…

Achil. Come, thou shalt beare a Letter to him straight.

Ther. Let me carry another to his Horse; for that's the more capable creature.

Achil. My minde is troubled like a Fountains stir'd, And I my selfe see not the bottome of…

Ther. Would the Fountaine of your minde were cleere againe, that I might water an Asse at it:…

Enter at one doore Æneas with a Torch, at another Paris, Diephœbus, Anthenor, Diomed the Grecian, with Torches.

Par. See hoa, who is that there?

Dieph. It is the Lord Æneas

Æne. Is the Prince there in person? Had I so good occasion to lye long As you Prince…

Diom. That's my minde too: good morrow Lord Æneas.

Par. A valiant Greeke Æneas take his hand, Witnesse the processe of your speech within; You told how…

Æne. Health to you valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meete you…

Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces, Our blouds are now in calme; and so long health: But…

Æne. And thou shalt hunt a Lyon that will flye With his face backward, in humaine gentlenesse: Welcome…

Diom. We simpathize. Ioue let Æneas liue (If to my sword his fate be not the glory) A…

Æne. We know each other well.

Dio. We doe, and long to know each other worse.

Par. This is the most, despightful'st gentle greeting; The noblest hatefull loue, that ere I heard of. What…

Æne. I was sent for to the King; but why, I know not.

Par. His purpose meets you; it was to bring this Greek To Calchas house; and there to render…

Æne. That I assure you; Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Then Cressid borne from Troy.

Par. There is no helpe: The bitter disposition of the time will haue it so On Lord, weele…

Æne. Good morrow all.

Exit Æneas

Par. And tell me noble Diomed; faith tell me true, Euen in the soule of sound good fellowship,…

Diom. Both alike. He merits well to haue her, that doth seeke her, Not making any scruple of…

Par. You are too bitter to your country‑woman.

Dio. Shee's bitter to her countrey: heare me Paris, For euery false drop in her baudy veines, A…

Par. Faire Diomed, you doe as chapmen doe, Dis praise the thing that you desire to buy: But…

Exeunt.

Enter Troylus and Cressida.

Troy. Deere trouble not your selfe: the morne is cold.

Cres. Then sweet my Lord, Ile call mine Vnckle down; He shall vnbolt the Gates.

Troy. Trouble him not: To bed, to bed: sleepe kill those pritty eyes, And giue as soft attachment…

Cres. Good morrow then.

Troy. I prithee now to bed.

Cres. Are you a weary of me?

Troy. O Cressida! but that the busie day Wak't by the Larke, hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes, And…

Cres. Night hath beene too briefe.

Troy. Beshrew the witch! with venemous wights she (stayes, As hidiously as hell; but flies the graspes of…

Cres. Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry; O foolish Cressid, I might haue still held off, And…

Pand. within. What's all the doores open here?

Troy. It is your Vnckle.

Enter Pandarus.

Cres. A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking: I shall haue such a life.

Pan. How now, how now? how goe maiden‑heads? Heare you Maide: wher's my cozin Cressid?

Cres. Go hang your self, you naughty mocking Vnckle: You bring me to doo⸺and then you floute me…

Pan. To do what? to do what? let her say what: What haue I brought you to doe?

Cres. Come, come, beshrew your heart: youle nere be good, nor suffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore Chipochia, hast not slept to night? would he not (a…

Cres. Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head. Who's that at doore? good Vnckle…

Troy. Ha, ha.

Cre. Come you are deceiu'd, I thinke of no such thing. How earnestly they knocke: pray you come…

Exeunt

Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beate downe the doore? How now, what's the matter?

Æne. Good morrow Lord, good morrow.

Pan. Who's there my Lord Æneas? by my troth I knew you not: what newes with you so…

Æne. Is not Prince Troylus here?

Pan. Here? what should he doe here?

Æne. Come he is here, my Lord, doe not deny him: It doth import him much to speake…

Pan. Is he here say you? 'tis more then I know, Ile be sworne: For my owne part…

Æne. Who, nay then: Come, come, youle doe him wrong, ere y'are ware: youle be so true to…

Enter Troylus.

Troy. How now, what's the matter?

Æne. My Lord, I scarce haue leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: there is at…

Troy. is it concluded so?

Æne. By Priam, the generall state of Troy. They are at hand ready to effect it.

Troy. How my atchieuements mocke me; I will goe meete them: and my Lord Æneas We met by…

Æn. Good, good, my Lord, the secrets of nature Haue not more gift in taciturnitie.

Exeunt.

Enter Pandarus and Cressid.

Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost: the diuell take Anthenor; the yong Prince will goe mad:…

Cres. How now? what's the matter? who was here?

Pan. Ah, ha!

Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? wher's my Lord? gone? tell me sweet Vnckle, what's the matter?

Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue.

Cres. O the gods! what's the matter?

Pan. Prythee get thee in: would thou had'st nere been borne; I knew thou would'st be his death.…

Cres. Good Vnckle beseech you, on my knees, I be­ seech you what's the matter?

Pan. Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone; thou art chang'd for Anthenor: thou must to…

Cres. O you immortall gods! I will not goe.

Pan. Thou must.

Cres. I will not Vnckle: I haue forgot my Father: I know no touch of consanguinitie: No kin,…

Pan. Doe, doe.

Cres. Teare my bright heire, and scratch my praised cheekes, Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake…

Exeunt.

Enter Paris, Troylus, Æneas, Deiphebus, An­ thenor and Diomedes.

Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast…

Troy. Walke into her house: Ile bring her to the Grecian presently; And to his hand, when I…

Par. I know what 'tis to loue, And would, as I shall pittie, I could helpe. Please you…

Exeunt.

Enter Pandarus and Cressid.

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.

Cres. Why tell you me of moderation? The griefe is fine, full perfect that I taste, And no…

Pan. Here, here, here, he comes, a sweet ducke.

Cres. O Troylus, Troylus!

Pan. What a paire of spectacles is here? let me em­ brace too: oh hart, as the goodly…

Troy. Cressid: I loue thee in so strange a puritie; That the blest gods, as angry with my…

Cres. Haue the gods enuie?

Pan. I, I, I, I, 'tis too plaine a case.

Cres. And is it true, that I must goe; from Troy?

Troy. A hatefull truth.

Cres. What, and from Troylus too?

Troy. From Troy, and Troylus.

Cres. Ist possible?

Troy. And sodainely, where iniurie of chance Puts backe leaue‑taking, iustles roughly by All time of pause; rudely…

Enter Æneas.

Æneas. within. My Lord, is the Lady ready?

Troy. Harke, you are call'd: some say the genius so Cries, come to him that instantly must dye.…

Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde, or my heart will be blowne vp by…

Cres. I must then to the Grecians?

Troy. No remedy.

Cres. A wofull Cressid mong'st the merry Greekes.

Troy. When shall we see againe?

Troy. Here me my loue: be thou but true of heart.

Cres. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this?

Troy. Nay, we must vse expostulation kindely, For it is parting from vs: I speake not, be thou…

Cres. O you shall be expos'd, my Lord to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but Ile be true.

Troy. And Ile grow friend with danger; Weare this Sleeue.

Cres. And you this Gloue. When shall I see you?

Troy. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels, To giue thee nightly visitation. But yet be true.

Cres. O heauens: be true againe?

Troy. Heare why I speake it; Loue: The Grecian youths are full of qualitie, Their louing well compos'd,…

Cres. O heauens, you loue me not!

Troy. Dye I a villaine then: In this I doe not call your faith in question So mainely…

Cres. Doe you thinke I will:

Troy. No, but something may be done that we wil not: And sometimes we are diuels to our…

Æneas within. Nay, good my Lord?

Troy. Come kisse, and let vs part.

Paris within. Brother Troylus?

Troy. Good brother come you hither, And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you.

Cres. My Lord, will you be true?

Exit.

Troy. Who I? alas it is my vice, my fault: Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,…