Thy mafter now lyes thinking in his bed
Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

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

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.
Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
But with my heart the other
heart the other eye doth fee.
Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.

[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:
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 efperance fo obftinately ftrong,

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

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
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 the:

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

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!
That cause fets up with and against thy felf!
Bi-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and loss affume all reason
Without revolt. This is, and is not Creffid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this divifion.
Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance, ftrong as Pluto's gates!
Crefid is mine, tied with the bonds of heav'n:
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heav'n-it felf!
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 greafie reliques
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomede.
Uly. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion doth exprefs?
Troi. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well
In characters, as red as Mars his heare

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 fkill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful fpout,
Which fhip-men do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mafs by the almighty Sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear

In his descent, than fhall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomede.

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!
Ulyf. 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.

Enter Hector and Andromache.

And. WHEN was my lord so much ungently tem

per'd,

To ftop his cars against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to day.

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,
To hurt by being juft; it were as lawful

For us to count we give what's gain'd by thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.

Caf. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm, fweet Hector.

Helt. Hold you still, I say;

Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate;
Life every man holds dear, but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.

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,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll ftand, to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.
Troi. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you;
Which better fits a lion, than a man.

Нея.