_Thers._ This Diomede's a false-hearted rogue, an unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he winks with one eye, than I will a serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers set it down for a prodigy: though I long to see Hector, I cannot forbear dogging him. They say he keeps a Trojan drab; and uses Calchas's tent, that fugitive priest of Troy, that canonical rogue of our side. I'll after him; nothing but whoring in this age; all incontinent rascals! [_Exit_ THERSITES. _Enter_ CALCHAS _and_ CRESSIDA. _Calch._ O, what a blessing is a virtuous child! Thou has reclaimed my mind, and calmed my passions Of anger and revenge; my love to Troy Revives within me, and my lost tiara No more disturbs my mind. _Cres._ A virtuous conquest! _Calch._ I have a woman's longing to return; But yet which way, without your aid, I know not. _Cres._ Time must instruct us how. _Calch._ You must dissemble love to Diomede still: False Diomede, bred in Ulysses' school, Can never be deceived, But by strong arts and blandishments of love. Put them in practice all; seem lost and won, And draw him on, and give him line again. This Argus then may close his hundred eyes, And leave our flight more easy. _Cres._ How can I answer this to love and Troilus? _Calch._ Why, 'tis for him you do it; promise largely; That ring he saw you wear, he much suspects Was given you by a lover; let him have it. _Diom._ [_Within._] Ho, Calchas, Calchas! _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. _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? _Cres._ Now, my sweet guardian; hark, a word with you. [_Whisper._ _Troil._ Ay, so familiar! _Diom._ Will you remember? _Cres._ Remember? yes. _Troil._ Heavens, what should she remember! Plague and madness! _Ulys._ Prince, you are moved: let us depart in time, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous; The time unlit: beseech you, let us go. _Troil._ I pray you stay; by hell, and by hell's torments, I will not speak a word. _Diom._ I'll hear no more: good night. _Cres._ Nay, but you part in anger! _Troil._ Does that grieve thee? O withered truth! _Diom._ Farewell, cozener. _Cres._ Indeed I am not: pray, come back again.