| ACT IV SCENE I | Troy. A street. | |
| | Enter, from one side, AENEAS, and Servant with atorch; from the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR,DIOMEDES, 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 | 5 |
| | 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, wherein | 10 |
| | You told how Diomed, 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 arm'd, as black defiance | 15 |
| | As heart can think or courage execute. | |
| DIOMEDES | 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 | 20 |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | 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! | 30 |
| | But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, | |
| | With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow! | |
| AENEAS | We know each other well. | |
| DIOMEDES | We do; and long to know each other worse. | |
| PARIS | This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, | 35 |
| | The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of. | |
| | What business, lord, so early? | |
| AENEAS | I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. | |
| PARIS | His purpose meets you: 'twas to bring this Greek | |
| | To Calchas' house, and there to render him, | 40 |
| | For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: | |
| | Let's 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: | 45 |
| | Rouse him and give him note of our approach. | |
| | With the whole quality wherefore: I fear | |
| | We shall be much unwelcome. | |
| AENEAS | That I assure you: | |
| | Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece | 50 |
| | Than Cressid borne from Troy. | |
| PARIS | There is no help; | |
| | The bitter disposition of the time | |
| | Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. | |
| AENEAS | Good morrow, all. | 55 |
| | Exit with Servant | |
| 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 best, | |
| | Myself or Menelaus? | |
| DIOMEDES | Both alike: | 60 |
| | 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, | 65 |
| | 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 pleased to breed out your inheritors: | 70 |
| | Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more; | |
| | But he as he, the 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 | 75 |
| | 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 suffer'd death. | 80 |
| 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 but commend what we intend to sell. | |
| | Here lies our way. | 85 |
| | Exeunt | |