The like allayment could I give my grief: Enter Troilus. No more my grief, in fuch a precious loss. Pan. Here, here, here he coines!-ah fweet ducks! Cre. O Troilus! Troilus! Pan. What a pair of fpectacles is here! let me embrace too: Oh beart! (as the goodly faying is) Why fight thou without breaking? here he anfwers again; Because thou can't not ease thy fmart, By friendship, nor by Speaking. There was never a truer rhyme. Let us caft away nothing, for we may live to have need of fuch a verse. We fee it, we fee it. How now, lambs? Troi. Creffid, I love thee in fo 2 ftrain'd a purity, Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay, it is too plain a cafe. Troi. A hateful truth. Cre. What, and from Troilus too? Troi. From Troy, and Troilus. Trci. And fuddenly; where injury of chance Puts back leave-taking, juftles roughly by Our lock'd embrafures, ftrangles our dear vows, 2 frain'd] So the quarto. The folio and all the moderns have frange. JOHNSON. We We two, that with fo many thousand fighs And scants us with a fingle famifh'd kiss, Eneas within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Troi. Hark! you are call'd. Some fay the genius fo Cries, come! to him that inftantly muft die.Bid them have patience; fhe fhall come anon. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, Or my heart will be blown up by the root. [Exit Pan. Cre. I must then to the Grecians? Troi. No remedy. Cre. A woeful Creffid 'mongst the merry When shall we see again? Greeks! Troi. Hear me, my love-Be thou but true of heart Cre. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? I fpeak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; My fequent proteftation: be thou true, Cre. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite, as imminent! But, I'll be true. Troi, And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this fleeve. 3 For I will throw my glove to death-] That is, I will challenge death himself in defence of thy fidelity. JOHNSON. G 3 Cre. Cre. And you this glove. When shall I fee you? Trei. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels. To give thee nightly vifitation. But yet, be true. Cre. O heavens!-be true again? Troi. Hear why I fpeak it, love. The Grecian youths are full of quality, They are loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature Flowing, and fwelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelties may move, and parts 4 with perfon, Alas, a kind of godly jealoufy, (Which, I befeech you, call a virtuous fin) Makes me affeard. Cre. O heavens, you love mé not! Troi. Die I a villain then! In this, I do not call your faith in question Troi. No. But fomething may be done, that we will not: Troi. Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. 4 with perfon,1 Thus the folio, The quarto reads, with portion, STEEVENS. Troi. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault; While others fish, with craft, for great opinion, I, with great truth, 5 catch mere fimplicity. While fome with cunning gild their copper crowns, With truth and plainnefs I do wear mine bare. Fear not my truth; 6 the moral of my wit Is, plain and true, there's all the reach of it. Enter Eneas, Paris, and Diomed. Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady, Dio. Fair lady Creffid, So please you, fave the thanks this prince expects : You fhall be miftrefs, and command him wholly. She catch mere fimplicity.] The meaning, I think, is, while others, by their art, gain high estimation, I, by honefty, obtain a plain fimple approbation. JOHNSON. the moral of my wit Is, plain and true,] That is, the governing principle of my understanding; but I rather think we should read, the motto of my wit Is, plain and true, 7 JOHNSON. poffefs thee what he is.] I will make thee fully underftand. This fenfe of the word poffefs is frequent in our author. JOHNSON. To fhame the SEAL of my petition towards thee, nonfenfe. Shakespeare wrote, To fhame the ZEAL She is as far high-foaring o'er thy praises, Dio. Oh, be not mov'd, prince Troilus. Troi. Come-To the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, [Exeunt. Sound trumpet. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet! Ene. How have we fpent this morning? The prince muft think me tardy and remifs, That fwore to ride before him in the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault. Come, come, to field with him. Dio. Let us make ready ftrait. 10 Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity Let us addreis to tend on Hector's heels: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie [Exeunt. and the fenfe is this: Grecian, you ufe me difcourteously; you fce, I am a paffionate lover, by my petition to you; and therefore you fhould not fhame the zeal of it, by promifing to do what I require of you, for the fake of her beauty: when, if you had good manners, or a fenfe of a lover's delicacy, you would have promifed to do it, in companion to his pangs and Jufferings. WARBURTON. 9 my lift This, I think, is right, though both the old copies read luft. JOHNSON. 10 Eneas.] Thefe four lines are not in the quarto, being probably added at the revifion. JOHNSON, SCENE |