Thy mafter now lyes thinking in his bed Nay, do not fnatch it from me: He, that takes that, muft take my heart withal. Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you fhall I'll give you something else. [not, Dio. I will have this: whofe was it? Cre. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was? Cre. 'Twas one that loy'd me better than you will. But now you have it, take it. Dio. Whofe was it? Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by her felf, I will not tell you whose. Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his fpirit that dares not challenge it. Troi. Wert thou the Devil, and wor'st it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not— I will not keep my word, Dio. Why then, farewel, Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again. Cre. You fhall not go; But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. one cannot speak a word, Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes nct you, pleases me best. Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour? Cre. Ay, come: fhall be plagu❜d. (46) As I kiss thee. O Jove! —do, come: I Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me. Cref. He that takes That, must take my Heart withal.] Dr. Thirlby thinks this fhould all be plac'd to Creffida. She had the Sleeve, and was kiffing it rapturously: And, Diomede, in kiffing her, Snatches it back from her. Dio. Farewell 'till then. Cre. Good night: I pr'ythee, come. [Exit. What error leads, muft err: O then conclude, Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. [Exit. Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publifh more; Unless fhe fay, my mind is now turn'd whore. Ulf. All's done, my lord. Troi. It is. Uly. Why ftay we then? Trei. To make a recordation to my foul, Of every fyllable that here was spoke: An efperance fo obftinately ftrong, That doth invert the atteft of eyes and ears; (47) Was Crefid here? Uly. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Troi. She was not, fure. Ulys. Most fure, she was. Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafte of madness. Ulyf. Nor mine, my lord: Crefd was here but now. Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare all the fex By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Uly. What hath fhe done, Prince, that can foil our mothers? (47) That doth invert that Teft of Eyes and Ears.] What Teft? Troilus had been particularizing none in his foregoing Words, to govern or require the Relative here. I rather think, the Words are to be thus split; That doth invert th' Atteft of Eyes and Ears. 1. e. That turns the very Teftimony of Seeing and Hearing against themselves. Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this were fhe.and If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony, This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe! The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, Inflam'd with Venus--ne'er did young man fancy Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love, That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm? In his descent, than fhall my prompted sword Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Troi. O Creffid! O false Creffid! falfe, false, falfe! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll feem glorious. Ulyf. O, contain your felf: Your paffion draws ears hither. Enter Eneas. Ene. I have been feeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy. Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home. Troi. Have with you, Prince; my courteous lord, adieu. Farewel, revolted Fair: and, Diomede, Stand faft, and wear a castle on thy head! Troi. Accept diftracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulyffes. Ther. Would, I could meet that rogue Diomede, I would croak like a raven: I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab: letchery, letchery, ftill wars and letchery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them! [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace in TROY. Enter Hector and Andromache. And. WHEN was my lord so much ungently tem per'd, To ftop his cars against admonishment? Hect. You train me to offend you; get you gone. By all the everlafting Gods, I'll go. Ant. My dreams will, fure, prove ominous to day, Helt. Hect. No more, I say. Enter Caffandra. Caf. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, fifter, arm'd, and bloody in intent: Confort with me in loud and dear petition; Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt Of bloody turbulence; and this whole night Hath nothing been but fhapes and forms of flaughter. Caf. O, 'tis true. Heit. Ho! bid my trumpet found. Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, sweet brother. Hett. Be gone, I fay: the Gods have heard me fwear. Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the facrifice. And. O! be perfwaded, do not count it holy, For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts, Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; Helt. Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate; Enter Troilus. How now, young man; mean'ft thou to fight to day? And. Caffandra, call my father to perfwade. [Exit Caffandra. Het. No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth: I am to day i'th' vein of chivalry: Let grow thy finews till their knots be strong, Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, Нея. |