_Par._ This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,[1836] The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.[1837][1838] 35 What business, lord, so early?[1837] _Æne._ I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. _Par._ His purpose meets you: 'twas to bring this Greek[1839] To Calchas' house; and there to render him,[1840] For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: 40 Let's have your company, or, if you please, Haste there before us. I constantly do think,[1841] Or rather, call my thought a certain knowledge, My brother Troilus lodges there to-night: Rouse him and give him note of our approach, 45 With the whole quality wherefore: I fear[1842][1843] We shall be much unwelcome.[1843] _Æne._ That I assure you:[1844][1845] Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece[1844] Than Cressid borne from Troy.[1844] _Par._ There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time[1846] 50 Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.[1846] _Æne._ Good morrow, all. [_Exit with Servant._[1847] _Par._ And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,[1848] Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,[1849] Who, in your thoughts, deserves fair Helen best,[1850] 55 Myself or Menelaus? _Dio._ Both alike: He merits well to have her that doth seek her, Not making any scruple of her soilure,[1851] With such a hell of pain and world of charge; And you as well to keep her, that defend her, 60 Not palating the taste of her dishonour, With such a costly loss of wealth and friends: He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece; You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins 65 Are pleased to breed out your inheritors: Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more,[1852] But he as he, the heavier for a whore.[1853] _Par._ You are too bitter to your countrywoman. _Dio._ She's bitter to her country: hear me, Paris: 70 For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath 75 As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. _Par._ Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:[1854] But we in silence hold this virtue well, We'll not commend what we intend to sell.[1855] 80 Here lies our way. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Court of Pandarus' house._[1856] _Enter_ TROILUS _and_ CRESSIDA. _Tro._ Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.