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Troy. A Street.
Enter at one door AENEAS 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 within:
You told how Diomed in 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 armed, as black defiance
As heart can think or courage execute.
Diomedes The one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are how 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 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 honour let him die
With every joint a wound, and that tomorrow!
Aeneas We know each other well.
Diomedes We do, and long to know each other worse.
Paris This is the most despitefull'st gentle greeting,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
[To AENEAS.] What business, lord, so early?
Aeneas I was sent for to the King; but why, I know not.
Paris His purpose meets you: it was 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.
[Aside to AENEAS.] I constantly do think
- 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 whereof. I fear
We shall be much unwelcome.
Aeneas [Aside to PARIS.] That I assure you.
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Paris [Aside to AENEAS.] There is no help:
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. [Aloud.] On, lord, we'll follow you.
Aeneas Good morrow, all.
[Exit.
Paris And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Who in your thoughts merits fair Helen most?
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 tamd piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleased to breed out your inheritors.
Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more,
But he as he, which heavier for a whore?
Paris You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
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 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.
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.