ACT IV. SCENE I.-Troy. A Street. Enter, at one side, ENEAS and Servant, with a torch; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with torches. Par. See, ho! who's that there? Dei. 'Tis the lord Æneas. Ene. Is the prince there in person? Had I so good occasion to lie long, As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord E neas. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field. Ene. Health to you, valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you armed, as black defiance, Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.— What business, lord, so early? Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, 1 know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring this Greek To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Ene. That I assure you; Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Par. There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. Ene. Good morrow, all. [Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship, Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best, Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. A Grecian life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, But we in silence hold this virtue well, We'll not commend what we intend to sell. Here lies our way. [Exeunt. Court before the House of SCENE II.-The same. PANDARUS. Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, Cres. Good morrow then. Tro. 'Pr'ythee now, to bed. Cres. Are you aweary of me? Tro. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres. Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, Cres. Pr'ythee, tarry ; You men will never tarry. O foolish Cressid!-I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's one up. Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors Tro. It is your uncle. Enter PANDARUS. open here? Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life, Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? -Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you?-would he were knock'd o'the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. My lord, come you again into my chamber: You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. [Knocking. How earnestly they knock !-pray you, come in; 3 |