Uly. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord,
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel: I am all patience.

Re-enter Creffida.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this fleeve.
Troi. O beauty! where's thy faith?
Uly. My Lord-

Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve; behold it well:— He lov'd me:-O false wench!-Give't me again. Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
I pr'ythee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O, all ye Gods !-O pretty, pretty pledge; Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

As I kifs thee.-(46)

[Diom. fnatches the fleeve.

`Nay, do not fnatch it from me :

He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi I did fwear patience.

[not,

Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you shall

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: whofe was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

(46) As I kifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

Cre. He that takes that, muft take my beart witbal.] Dr. Thirlby thinks this should all be plac'd to Creffida. She had the fleeve, and was kiffing it rapturously; and, Diomede, in kiffing her, fnatches it back from her,

Dio

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was ?

Cre. 'Twas one that lov'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 herself, I will not tell you whofe.

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'ft it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is notI will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel.

Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You fhall not go ;-one cannot fpeak a word, But it ftraight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

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

pleases me beft,

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come : — -O Jove !

fhall be plagu❜d.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

-do, come:

[Exit.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee, come.

Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,

But with my heart the other eye doth fee.

Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find,

The error of our eye directs our mind,

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 the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore.
Uly. All's done, my Lord.

Troi. It is..

Uby. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was fpoke:
But if I tell how thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,

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An efperance fo obftinately ftrong,

That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears; (47)
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Crefid here?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, fure.

Ulyf. Moft fure, fhe was.

Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafte of madness. Uly. Nor mine, my Lord: Crefid was here but now. Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn criticks, apt, without a theme For deprávation, to fquare all the fex

By Criffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid.
Uly. What hath fhe done, Prince, that can foil our
mothers?

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she.
Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes?
Troi. This he? no, this is Diomede's Creffida.

If beauty have a foul, this is not fhe:

If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the Gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!
That caufe fets up with and against thyself!
Bi-fold authority where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and lofs affume all reafon
Without revolt. This is, and is not, Cresid.
Within my
foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the fky and earth;
And yet the fpacious breadth of this divifion.

(47) That doth invert that teft of eyes and ears.] What test? Troilus had been particularizing none in his foregoing words, to govern or require the relative he, I rather think, the words are to be thus Split;

That doth invert th' attest of eyes and ears.

i. e. That turns the very teftimony of feeing and hearing against themselves.

Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as Pluto's gates !
Creffid is mine, tied with the bonds of heav'n;
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heav'n itself!
The bonds of heav'n are flip'd, diffolv'd, and loos'd,
And with another knot five-finger-tied,

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy reliques
Of her o'er eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Ulys. My worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion doth exprefs?

Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well; In characters, as red as Mars his heart

Inflam'd with Venus-ne'er did young man fancy
With fo eternal, and fo fix'd a foul-

Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomede.

That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm:
Were it a cask compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which ship-men do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mass by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his defcent, than fhall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomede.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troi. O Creffid! O` false Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe! Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name,

And they'll feem glorious.

Uly. O contain yourself:

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Enter Æneas.

Ene. I have been seeking 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,

Farewel, revolted Fair: and, Diomede,

Stand faft, and wear a castle on thy head!

[adieu.

Ulyf

Ulf. I'll bring you to the gates.

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.

And. W

Enter Hector and Andromache.

HEN was my Lord fo much ungently temper'd,

To stop his ears against admonishment ?

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.

Hea. You train me to offend you: get you gone. By all the everlasting Gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, fure, prove ominous to-day. Hect. No more, I fay.

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 shapes and forms of flaughter. Caf. O, 'tis true.

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet found..

Caf. No notes of fally, for the heav'ns, fweet brother. Heat. 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 fpotted livers in the facrifice.

And. O be perfuaded, do not count it holy. To hurt my being juft; it were as lawful