Enter, at one side, ENEAS and Servant, with a Torch; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with Torches. Par. See, ho! who's that there? "Tis the lord Æneas. Ene. 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. Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord Eneas. Par. A valiant Greek, Eneas; 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. Ene. Health to you, valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. Par. His purpose meets you; "Twas to bring this To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Ene. Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Par. That I assure you; There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. [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, Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, The same. SCENE 11. [Exeunt. Court before the House of PANDARUS. Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. E Tro. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, Cres. Tro. Pr'ythee now, to bed. Cres. Good morrow then. Are you aweary of me? Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres. Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, Cres. You men will never tarry. Pr'ythee, tarry ;— O foolish Cressid!-I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's one up. Pan. [Within] What, are all the doors open here? Tro. It is your uncle. Enter PANDARUS. Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life, Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads?Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle? You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia! -hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you?-'would he were knock'd o'the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. [Knocking. How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt Troilus and Cressida. Pan. [Going to the Door] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter ÆNEAS. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn-For my own part, I came in late: What should he do here? Ene. Who!-nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hither; AS PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: There is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Deliver❜d to us; and for him forthwith, Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour, |