Æne. [Within] Nay, good my lord!
Tro. Come, kiss; and let us part.
Par. [Within] Brother Troilus!
Tro. Good brother, come you hither;
And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you.
Cres. My lord, will you be true?[1973] 100
Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,[1974]
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,[1975]
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.[1976] 105
Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit[1977]
Is 'plain and true;' there's all the reach of it.[1978]
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and Diomedes.[1979]
Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady[1980]
Which for Antenor we deliver you:[1981]
At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; 110
And by the way possess thee what she is.
Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword,
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
As Priam is in Ilion.
Dio. Fair Lady Cressid,[1982] 115
So please you, save the thanks this prince expects:
The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed[1983]
You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.