Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Tro. Hark! you are call'd: Some say, the Genius Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.- Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root! Cres. I must then to the Greeks? Tro. No remedy. [Exit PANDARUS. 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, For it is parting from us : I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; For I will throw my glove to death himself, 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, To give thee nightly visitation. Cres. O heavens !-be true, again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality; They're loving, well compcs'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, 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 pregnant: There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly but be not tempted. Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Ene. [Within.] Nay, good my lord,- Tro. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault : Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, Enter ENEAS, 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 : Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus: Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. [Exeunt TROILUS, CRESSIDA, and DIOMED. [Trumpet heard. 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 [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES, PAT- May pierce the head of the great combatant, Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Out-swell the colick of puff'd Aquilon : Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Achil. 'Tis but early days. [Trumpet sounds. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? 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 and CRESSIDA. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid? Dio. Even she. 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. For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. |