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Act IV. Scene I.

Act IV. Scene I—Troy. A Street.

Enter, on one side, ÆNEAS, and Servant with
a torch; on the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS,
ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, with
torches.

Par. See, ho! who is that there?
Dei. It is the Lord Æneas.
Æne. Is the prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to lie long
As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly busi-
ness
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Dio. That's my mind too. Good morrow,
Lord Æneas.
Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand:
Witness the process 6f your speech, wherein
You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.
Æne. Health to you, valiant sir,
During all question of the gentle truce;
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
As heart can think or courage execute.
Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm, and, so long, health!
But when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life
With all my force, pursuit, and policy.
Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love in such a sort
The thing he means to kill more excellently.
Dio. We sympathize. Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow!
Æne. We know each other well.
Dio. We do; and long to know each other
worse.
Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greet-
ing,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early?
Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why,
I know not.
Par. His purpose meets you: 'twas to bring
this Greek
To Calchas' house, and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid.
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us. I constantly do think—
Or rather, call my thought a certain know-
ledge—
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night:
Rouse him and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear
We shall be much unwelcome.
Æne. That I assure you:
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Par. There is no help;
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. On, lord; well follow you.
Æne. 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
Myself or Menelaus?
Dio. Both alike:
He merits well to have her that doth seek her—
Not making any scruple of her soilure—
With such a hell of pain and world of charge,
And you as well to keep her that defend her—
Not palating the taste of her dishonour—
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends:
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor
more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your country-
woman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country. Hear me,
Paris;
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight
A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could
speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy;
But we in silence hold this virtue well,
We'll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way. [Exeunt.
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