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Troilus and Cressida
act iv   Scene 1.
William Shakespeare
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       Troy. A street
       Enter, at one side, AENEAS, and servant with a torch; at another,
       PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES the Grecian, and others, with
       torches

       PARIS
       See, ho! Who is that there?
       DEIPHOBUS
       It is the Lord Aeneas.
       AENEAS
       Is the Prince there in person?
       Had I so good occasion to lie long
       As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
       Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
       DIOMEDES
       That's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord Aeneas.
       PARIS
       A valiant Greek, Aeneas -take his hand:
       Witness the process of your speech, wherein
       You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
       Did haunt you in the field.
       AENEAS
       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.
       DIOMEDES
       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.
       AENEAS
       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.
       DIOMEDES
       We sympathise. Jove let Aeneas 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!
       AENEAS
       We know each other well.
       DIOMEDES.We do; and long to know each other worse.
       PARIS
       This is the most despiteful'st gentle greeting
       The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
       What business, lord, so early?
       AENEAS
       I was sent for to the King; but why, I know not.
       PARIS
       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 believe-
       Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge-
       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.
       AENEAS
       That I assure you:
       Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
       Than Cressid borne from Troy.
       PARIS
       There is no help;
       The bitter disposition of the time
       Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.
       AENEAS
       Good morrow, all.
       Exit with servant
       PARIS
       And tell me, noble Diomed-faith, tell me true,
       Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship-
       Who in your thoughts deserves fair Helen best,
       Myself or Menelaus?
       DIOMEDES
       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.
       PARIS
       You are too bitter to your country-woman.
       DIOMEDES
       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 Troyan hath been slain; since she could speak,
       She hath not given so many good words breath
       As for her Greeks and Troyans suff'red death.
       PARIS
       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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Dramatis Personae
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act i
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act ii
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act iii
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