PARIS

Else might the world convince of levity, As well my undertakings as your counsels: But I attest the gods, your full consent Gave wings to my propension, and cut off All fears attending on so dire a project. For what (alas) can these my single arms? What propugnation is in one men valour To stand the push and enmity of those This quarrel would excite? Yet I protest, Were I alone to pass the difficulties, And had as ample power, as I have will, Paris should never retract what he hath done, Nor faint in the pursuit. Sir, I propose not merely to my self, The pleasures such a beauty brings with it: But I would have the soil of her fair Rape Wiped off in honourable keeping her. What Treason were it to the ransacked Queen, Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, Now to deliver her possession up On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, That so degenerate a strain as this, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? There's not the meanest spirit on our party, Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, When Helen is defended: nor none so Noble, Whose life were ill bestowed, or death unfamed, Where Helen is the subject. Then (I say) Well may we fight for her, whom we know well, The world's large spaces cannot parallel. You have broke it cozen: and by my life you shall make it whole again, you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nel, he is full of harmony. What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night? With my disposer Cressida. Well, I'll make excuse. I spy. I, good now love, love, no thing but love. He eats nothing but doves love, and that breeds hight blood, and hight blood begets hight thoughts, and hight thoughts beget hight deeds, and hight deeds is love. Hector, Deiphoebus, Helenus, Anthenor, and all the gallantry of Troy. I would feign have armed to day, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? To a hair. They're come from field: let us to Priam's Hall To greet the Warriors. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you, To help unarm our Hector : his stubborn Buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touched, Shall more obey then to the edge of Steel, Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more Then all the Island Kings, disarm great Hector. See hoa, who is that there? A valiant Greek Aeneas, take his hand, Witness the process of your speech within; You told how Diomed, in a whole week by days Did haunt you in the Field. This is the most, despightful'st gentle greeting; The noblest hateful love, that ere I herd of. What business Lord so early? His purpose meets you; it was to bring this Greek To Calcha's house; and there to render him, For the enfree Anthenor, the fair Cressid : Lets have your company; or if you please, Haste there before us. I constantly do think (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 whereof, I fear We shall be much unwelcome. There is no help: The bitter disposition of the time will have it so. On Lord, weel follow you. And tell me noble Diomed ; faith tell me true, Even in the soul of found good fellowship, Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen most? My self, or Menelaus? You are too bitter to your countrywoman. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: But we in silence hold this virtue well; Weel not commend, what we intend to fell. Here lies our way. It is great morning, and the hour prefixed Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon: good my brother Troilus, Tell you the Lady what she is to do, And hast her to the purpose. I know what it's to love, And would, as I shall pity, I could help. Please you walk in, my Lords. Hark, Hector's Trumpet. It's Troilus fault: come, come, to field with him. Well said my Lord: well, you say so in fits. Brother Troilus ?