Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, With distinct breath and consign'd* kisses to them, And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? SO Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.- [Exit Pandarus. Cres. I must then to the Greeks? Tro. No remedy. Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart, Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, * Sealed. Spot. + Interrupted. Surmise. To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens !-be true again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality*; They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which I beseech you, call a virtuous sin), Makes me afeard. Cres. O heavens! you love me not. Tro. Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, To which the Grecians are most prompt and preg. nant: But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted. Cres. Do you think I will? Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Tro. Come, kiss; and let us part. Par. [Within.] Brother Troilus ! Tro. And bring Æneas, Good brother, come you hither; and the Grecian, with you. Cres. My lord, will you be true? Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity; * Highly accomplished. + A dance.. Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, At the port*, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: The lustre in your eye, Pleads your fair usage; heaven in your cheek, You shall be mistress and command him wholly. Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus: Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, To be a speaker free; when I am hence, I'll answer to my lustt: And know you, lord, I'll nothing do on charge: To her own worth She shall be priz'd; but that you say-be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-no. Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, * Gate. + Inform. Pleasure, will. This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.- [Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomed. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field with him. Dei. Let us make ready straight. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie, On his fair worth and single chivalry. SCENE V. The Grecian camp. Lists set out. Enter Ajax armed; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and others. Agam. Here art thou in appointment* fresh and Anticipating time with starting courage. Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the colick of puff'd Aquilon: * Preparation. Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Achil. [Trumpet sounds. 'Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daugh ter? Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe : that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Enter Diomed, with Cressida. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid? Dio. Even she. 1 Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; 'Twere better, she were kiss'd in general. Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns. Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss ;-this, mine: Patroclus kisses you. Men. O, this is trim! Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kiss, sir:-Lady, by your leave. Cres. In kissing do you render or receive? Patr. Both take and give. Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give ; |