Par. ^note
See, ho! who is that there?

Dei.
It is ^note the Lord Æneas.

Æne. ^note
Is the prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to lie long
As you ^note, Prince Paris, nothing ^note but heavenly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio.
That's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord Æneas.

Par.
A valiant Greek, Æneas,—take his hand,—
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You ^note told how Diomed a ^note whole week ^note by days

Did haunt ^note you in the field ^note.

Æne.
Health to you, valiant ^note sir,
During all question ^note of the gentle truce;
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
As heart can think or courage execute.

Dio.
The one and other ^note Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health;
But ^note when contention and occasion meet ^note,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life
With all my force, pursuit ^note and policy.

Æne.
And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. In humane gentleness, ^note
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.

Dio.
We sympathise. Jove, let Æneas 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 to-morrow. ^note

Æne.
We know each other well.

Dio.
We do; and long ^note to know each other worse.

Par.
This is the most despiteful ^note gentle ^note greeting,
The noblest hateful ^note love, that e'er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early? ^note

Æne.
I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not.

Par.
His purpose meets you: 'twas ^note to bring this Greek
To Calchas ^note' 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 ^note. I constantly do think ^note,
Or rather, call my thought a certain knowledge,
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night:
Rouse him and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: ^note I fear
We shall be much unwelcome ^note.

Æne.
That I ^note assure you:
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Than Cressid borne from Troy ^note.

Par.
There is no help;
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so ^note. On, lord; we'll follow you.

Æne.
Good morrow, all. [Exit with Servant. ^note

Par.
And tell me, noble Diomed, faith ^note, tell me true,
Even in the ^note soul of sound good-fellowship ^note,
Who, in your thoughts, deserves fair Helen best ^note,
Myself or Menelaus?

Dio.
Both alike:
He merits well to have her that doth seek her,
Not making any scruple of her soilure ^note,
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 tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleased to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor ^note more,
But he as he, the heavier for a whore. ^note

Par.
You are too bitter to your countrywoman.

Dio.
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 suffer'd death.

Par.
Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire ^note to buy:
But we in silence hold this virtue well,
We'll not ^note commend ^note what ^note we intend to sell ^note.
Here lies our way. [Exeunt. ^note

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