_Cres._ My own company. _Troil._ You cannot shun yourself. _Cres._ Let me go try; I have a kind of self resides in you. _Troil._ Oh that I thought truth could be in a woman, (As if it can, I will presume in you,) That my integrity and faith might meet The same return from her, who has my heart, How should I be exalted! but, alas, I am more plain than dull simplicity, And artless as the infancy of truth! _Cres._ In that I must not yield to you, my lord. _Troil._ All constant lovers shall, in future ages, Approve their truth by Troilus. When their verse Wants similes,--as turtles to their mates, Or true as flowing tides are to the moon, Earth to the centre, iron to adamant,-- At last, when truth is tired with repetition, As true as Troilus, shall crown up the verse, And sanctify the numbers. _Cres._ Prophet may you be! If I am false, or swerve from truth of love, When Time is old, and has forgot itself In all things else, let it remember me; And, after all comparisons of falsehood, To stab the heart of perjury in maids, Let it be said--as false as Cressida. _Pand._ Go to, little ones; a bargain made. Here I hold your hand, and here my cousin's: if ever you prove false to one another, after I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, _Pandars._ _Cres._ And will you promise, that the holy priest Shall make us one for ever? _Pand._ Priests! marry hang them, they make you one! Go in, go in, and make yourselves one without a priest; I'll have no priest's work in my house. _Cres._ I'll not consent, unless you swear. _Pand._ Ay, do, do swear; a pretty woman's worth an oath at any time. Keep or break, as time shall try; but it is good to swear, for the saving of her credit. Hang them, sweet rogues, they never expect a man should keep it. Let him but swear, and that's all they care for. _Troil._ Heavens prosper me, as I devoutly swear, Never to be but yours! _Pand._ Whereupon I will lead you into a chamber; and suppose there be a bed in it, as, ifack, I know not, but you'll forgive me if there be--away, away, you naughty hildings; get you together, get you together. Ah you wags, do you leer indeed at one another! do the neyes twinkle at him! get you together, get you together. [_Leads them out._ _Enter at one Door_ AENEAS, _with a Torch; at another,_ HECTOR _and_ DIOMEDE, _with Torches._ _Hect._ So ho, who goes there? AEneas! _AEn._ Prince Hector! _Diom._ Good-morrow, lord AEneas. _Hect._ A valiant Greek, AEneas; take his hand; Witness the process of your speech within; You told how Diomede a whole week by days Did haunt you in the field. _AEn._ Health to you, valiant sir, During all business of the gentle truce; But, when I meet you armed, as black defiance, As heart can think, or courage execute.