_Diom._ Both one and t'other Diomede embraces. Our bloods are now in calm; and so long, health; But when contention and occasion meet, By Jove I'll play the hunter for thy life. _AEn._ And thou shall hunt a lion, that will fly With his face backward. Welcome, Diomede, Welcome to Troy. Now, by Anchises' soul, No man alive can love in such a sort The thing he means to kill more excellently. _Diom._ We know each other well. _AEn._ We do; and long to know each other worse.-- My lord, the king has sent for me in haste; Know you the reason? _Hect._ Yes; his purpose meets you. It was to bring this Greek to Calchas' house, Where Pandarus his brother, and his daughter Fair Cressida reside; and there to render For our Antenor, now redeemed from prison, The lady Cressida. _AEn._ What! Has the king resolved to gratify That traitor Calchas, who forsook his country, And turned to them, by giving up this pledge? _Hect._ The bitter disposition of the time Is such, though Calchas, as a fugitive, Deserve it not, that we must free Antenor, On whose wise counsels we can most rely; And therefore Cressida must be returned. _AEn._ A word, my lord--Your pardon, Diomede-- Your brother Troilus, to my certain knowledge, Does lodge this night in Pandarus's house. _Hect._ Go you before. Tell him of our approach, Which will, I fear, be much unwelcome to him. _AEn._ I assure you, Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Than Cressida from Troy. _Hect._ I know it well; and how he is, beside, Of hasty blood. _AEn._ He will not hear me speak; But I have noted long betwixt you two A more than brother's love; an awful homage The fiery youth pays to your elder virtue. _Hect._ Leave it to me; I'll manage him alone; Attend you Diomede.--My lord, good-morrow; [_To_ DIOM. An urgent business takes me from the pleasure Your company affords me; but AEneas, With joy, will undertake to serve you here, And to supply my room. _AEn._ [_To_ DIOM.] My lord, I wait you. [_Exeunt severally;_ DIOMEDE _with_ AENEAS, HECTOR _at another Door._ _Enter_ PANDARUS, _a Servant, Music._ _Pand._ Softly, villain, softly; I would not for half Troy the lovers should be disturbed under my roof: listen, rogue, listen; do they breathe? _Serv._ Yes, sir; I hear, by some certain signs, they are both awake. _Pand._ That's as it should be; that's well o' both sides. [_Listens._]--Yes, 'faith, they are both alive:--There was a creak! there was a creak! they are both alive, and alive like;--there was a creak! a ha, boys!--Is the music ready? _Serv._ Shall they strike up, sir? _Pand._ Art thou sure they do not know the parties? _Serv._ They play to the man in the moon, for aught they know. _Pand._ To the man in the moon? ah rogue! do they so indeed, rogue! I understand thee; thou art a wag; thou art a wag. Come, towze rowze! in the name of love, strike up, boys.