« ПредишнаНапред »
Ther. Why, thou full dish of Fool, from Troy.
Ther. Prithee be silent, Boy, I profit not by thy talk, Thou art thought to be Achilles's Male:Varlet.
Patr. Male-Varlet, you Rogue? What's that?
Ther. Wby, his masculine Whore. Now the rotted Diseases of the South, Guts-griping, Ruptures, Catarrhs, loads o'Gravel i'th' Backs, Lethargies, cold Pallies, and the like, take and take again such preposterous Discoveries,
Potr. Why, thou damnable Box of Envy, thou, what mean'st thou to Curse thus?
Ther. Do I curse thee? Patr. Why no, you ruinous Butt, you whoreson indiftinguishable Cur.
Ther. No? Why art thou then exasperate, thou idle ima matterial Skein of sley'd Silk; thou green Sarcenet flap for a fore Eye; thou Tassel of a Prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor World is pestred with such Water-flies, dimidutives of Nature.
Patr. Out Gall!
Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
[Exit. Ther. With too much Blood, and too little Braio, these two may run mad: But if with too much Brain, and too little Blood, they do, I'll be a Curer of Mad-men. Here's
Agamemnon, an honest Fellow enough, and one that loves Quails, but he has not so much Brain as Ear-wax; and the good Transformation of Jupiter there his Brother, the Bull, the primitive Statue, and oblique Memorial of Cuckolds,
a thrifty shooting-horn in a Chain, hanging at his Brother's
Diomede, with Lights.
Aga. So, now fair Prince of Troy, I bid good Night,
Ther. Sweet Draught----[weet quoth a---sweet Sink, sweet Sewer.
Achil. Good Night, and welcome, both at once, to those that go or tarry.
Aga. Good Night.
Achil. Old Nestor tarries, and you too, Diomede, Keep Hector Company an hour or two.
Dio. I cannot, Lord, I have important Business, The tide whereof is now; Good Night, great Hector.
Hett. Give me your Hand.
Ulys. Follow his Torch, he goes to Calchas's Tent,
Ther. That same Diomede's a false-hearted Rogue, a most unjust Knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a Serpent when he hiffes: He will spend his Mouth and Promise, like Brabler the Hound; but when he performs, Astrooiers foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come some change: The Sun borrows of the Moon, when Diomede keeps his Word. I will rather leave to see He&tor, than not to dog him: They say, he keeps a Trojan Drab, and uses the Traitor Culchas his Tent. l'll after Nothing but Lechery; all incontinent Varlets. [Exenne. SCENE II.
Enter Diomede. Dio. What are you up here, ho ? speak. Cal. Who calls? Dio. Diomede ; Calchas, I think; where's your Daughter? Cal. She comes to you,
Enter Troilus and Ulysses, after them Thersites. Ulys. Stand where the Torch may not discover us.
Enter Creflid. Troi. Cresid, come forth to him! Dio. How now, my charge? Cre. Now my sweet Guardian; hark, a word with you.
[Whispers. Troi. Yea, fo familiar? Ulys. She will fing to any Man at first sight.
Ther. And any Man may find her, if he can take her life: she's noted. Dio. Will
remember? Cre, Remember? yes. Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.
Troi. What should the remember?
Cre. In Faith I cannot: what would you have me do 3
Cre. I prichee do not hold me to mine Oath;
Dio. Good Night.
Vlyf. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray you;
Troi. Behold, I pray you
Ulys. Nay, good my Lord go off:
Troi. I pray thee stay?
Troi. I pray you stay; by Hell, and Hell's Torments, I will not speak a word.
Dio. And so good Night.
vlys. You shake, my Lord, at something; will you go! You will break out.
Troi. She stroaks his Cheek.
Troi. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word,
Ther. How the Devil Luxury with his fat Rump, and Potato Finger, tickles these together : Fry, Letchery, fry.
Dio. But will you then?
[Exit. Ulys. You have sworn patience.
Troi. Fear me not, sweet Lord,
Cre. You look upon that Sleeve; behold it well:
Dio. Whose was't?
Cre. It is no matter now I have't again,
Ther. Now she sharpens : well said Whetstone.
Cre. O all you Gods O pretty, pretty Pledge;
Dio, Nay, do not snatch it from me.
Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede : 'Faith you shall not, I'll give you something else.
Dio. I will have this: Whose was it ?