Calch. Hark! I hear his voice.
Pursue your project; doubt not the success.
Cres. Heaven knows, against my will; and yet my hopes,
This night to meet my Troilus, while 'tis truce,
Afford my mind some ease.
Calch. No more: retire.[Exit Cressida.
Enter Diomede: Troilus and Ulysses appear listening at one Door, and Thersites watching at another.
Diom. I came to see your daughter, worthy Calchas.
337 Calch. My lord, I'll call her to you.[Exit Calchas.
Ulys. [To Troil.] Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Enter Cressida.
Troil. Cressida comes forth to him!
Diom. How now, my charge?