Troilus and Cressida
Act 4, Scene 1
Troy. A street.
- Enter at one door Aeneas with a torch; at another, Paris,
- Deiphobus, Antenor, Diomedes the Grecian, and others with
- See ho! Who is that there?
- It is the Lord Aeneas.
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- 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.
- That’s my mind too. Good morrow, Lord Aeneas.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- We sympathize. 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 honor let him die,
- With every joint a wound, and that tomorrow!
- We know each other well.
- We do, and long to know each other worse.
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- This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
- The noblest hateful love, that e’er I heard of.
- What business, lord, so early?
- I was sent for to the King, but why, I know not.
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- 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 tonight.
- Rouse him and give him note of our approach,
- With the whole quality wherefore. I fear
- We shall be much unwelcome.
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- That I assure you.
- Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
- Than Cressid borne from Troy.
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- There is no help.
- The bitter disposition of the time
- Will have it so. On, lord, we’ll follow you.
- Good morrow, all.
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- And tell me, noble Diomed—faith, tell me true,
- Even in soul of sound good-fellowship—
- Who, in your thoughts, deserves fair Helen best,
- Myself, or Menelaus?
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- Both alike.
- He merits well to have her that doth seek her,
- Not making any scruple of her soil,
- 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 dishonor,
- 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.
- You are too bitter to your country-woman.
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- 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.
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- Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
- Dispraise the thing that they desire to buy,
- But we in silence hold this virtue well,
- We’ll not commend what we intend to sell.
- Here lies our way.