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Troy.
Who I? alas it is my vice, my fault:
Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,
I, with great truth, catch mere simplicitie;
Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes,
With truth and plainnesse I doe; weare mine bare:
Enter the Greekes.
Feare not my truth; the morrall of my wit
Is plaine and true, ther's all the reach of it.
Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady
Which for Antenor, we deliuer you.
At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand,
And by the way possesse thee what she is.
Entreate her faire; and by my soule, faire Greeke,
If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword,
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as