Hect.

I trouble you.

Ajax. No, not a whit.

Ulyss. Here comes himself to guide you.

Enter ACHILLES.

Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.

Agam. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.

Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Hect. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' general.

Men. Good night, my lord.

Hect. Good night, sweet lord Menelaus. Ther. Sweet draught: Sweet, quoth 'a! sweet sink, sweet sewer.

Achil. Good night,

And welcome, both to those that go, and tarry. Agam. Good night.

[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS. Achil. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Dio med,

Keep Hector company an hour or two.

Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important business, The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great Hect. Give me your band. [Hector. Ulyss. Follow his torch, he goes To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.

[Aside to TROILUS.

Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me.
Hect.

And so good night.

[Exit DIO.; ULYSS. and TROI. following.

Achil. Come, come, enter my tent.

[Exeunt ACHIL. HECT. AJAX, and NEST. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery all incontinent varlets! [Exit.

SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' Tent.

Enter DIOMEDES.

Dio. What are you up here, ho? speak.
Cal. [Within.] Who calls?

Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think,-Where's your daughter?

Cal. [Within.] She comes to you.

Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after them THERSITES.

Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover

us.

Enter CRESSIDA.

Tro. Cressid comes forth to him!

Dio.

Cres. Now, my sweet guardian!-Hark! a

word with you.

Tro. Yea, so familiar!

How now, my charge?

[Whispers.

Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight. Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?

Cres.

Dio.

Remember? yes.

Nay, but do then;

And let your mind be coupled with your words. Tro. What should she remember?

Ulyss. List!

[to folly.

Cres, Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more

Ther. Roguery!

Dio. Nay, then,

Cres.

I'll tell you what:

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are

forsworn.

Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you
have me do?

Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open.
Dio. What did you swear you would bestow

on me?

Cres. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Dio. Good night.

Tro.

Ulyss.

Cres.

Hold, patience!
How, now, Trojan?

Diomed,-

Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool

Hark! one word in your ear.

Tro. O plague and madness!

Ulyss. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart,
I pray you,

Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
Tro. Behold, I pray you!

Ulyss.

Now, good my lord, go off;

You flow to great destruction; come, my lord. Tro. I pr'ythee, stay.

Ulyss.

You have not patience; come.

Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's

torments,

Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

Tro.

And so, good night.

Doth that grieve thee?

Guardian!-why, Greek!

Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.

Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?

You will break out.

Tro.
Ulyss.

She strokes his cheek!

Come, come.

Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:

There is between my will and all offences A guard of patience-stay a little while. Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!

Dio. But will you then?

Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. Cres. I'll fetch you one.

[Exit.

Fear me not, my lord;

Ulyss. You have sworn patience.

Tro.

I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel; I am all patience,

Re-enter CRESSIDA.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith!

Ulyss.

My lord, Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.

He loved me-O false wench!-Give't me

again.

Dio. Whose was't?

Cres. No matter, now I hav't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Ther. Now she sharpens :-Well said, whetDio. I shall have it.

Cres.

Dio.

What, this?

[stone.

Ay, that. Cres. O,all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge, Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience.

Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not;

I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?

Cres.

'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.

Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than

you will.

But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whose was it? Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy horn,

It should be challeng'd.

Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past,-And yet it is not;

I will not keep my word.

Dio.

Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a

word,

But it straight starts you.

Dio.

I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best.

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

Cres.

Ay, come :-O Jove!

Do come:-I shall be plagu'd.
Dio.

Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.

[Exit DIOMEDES. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind: What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit CRESSIDA.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub

lish more,

Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. All's done, my lord.

Tro.
Ulyss.

It is.

Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,

That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Cressid here?

Ulyss.

I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Tro. She was not, sure.

Ulyss.

Most sure she was.

Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad

ness.

[but now.

Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was bere