DIOMEDES

And how his silence drinks up this applause. Or covetous of praise. Or strange, or self affected. Be ruled by him Lord Ajax. This shall I undertake, and it's a burden Which I am proud to bear. We do, and long to know each other worse. She's bitter to her country: hear me Paris, For every false drop in her baudy veins, A Grecians 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 suffered death. Let us make ready straight. Even she. I cannot Lord, I have important business, The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hector. What are you up here ho? speak? Diomed, Chalcas (I think) where's you Daughter? How now my charge? Will you remember? Nay, but do then; and let your mind be cou pleaded with your words. Nay then. Foe, foe, come tell a pin, you are a forsworn.— What did you swear you would bestow on me? Good night. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. And so good night. Foe, foe, adieu, you palter, But will you then? Give me some token for the surety of it. Whose was't? I shall have it. I that. Nay, do not snatch it from me. I had your heart before, this follows it. I will have this: whose was it? Come tell me whose it was? Whose was it? To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Why then farewell, Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. I do not Like this fooling. What shall I come? the hour. Farewell till then. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus Horse; Present the fair Steed to my Lady Cressid : Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastised the amorous Trojan. And am her Knight by proof. I, there, there. Would, art thou there? He is my prize, I will not look upon. The bruit is, Hector is slain, and by Achilles. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. That's my mind too: good morrow Lord Aeneas. The one and other Diomed embraces, Our bloods are now in calm; and so long health: But when contention, and occasion meets, By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, With all my force, pursuit and policy. 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. Both alike. He merits well to have her, that does seek her, Not making any scruple of her soylure, With such a hell of pain, and world of charge. And you as well to keep her, that defend her, Not pallating the taste of her dishonour, With such a costly lose 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 pleased to breed out your inheritors: Both merits poised, each weighs no less nor more, But he as he, which heavier for a whore. Fair Lady Cressid, So please you save the thanks this Prince expects: The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair visage, and to Diomed You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. O be not moved Prince Troilus ; Let me be privileged by my place and message, To be a speaker free? when I am hence, I'll answer to my lust: and know my Lord; I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth She shall be prized: but that you say, be't so; I'll speak it in my spirit and honour, no. Lady a word, I'll bring you to your Father. You must no more. As Hector pleases. It's Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles Does long to see unarmed the valiant Hector. Thou dost miscall retire: I do not fly; but advantageous care Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: Have at thee? Troilus, I say, where's Troilus ? I would correct him.