_Cres._ And you this glove. When shall I see you?[1961] 70 _Tro._ I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation.[1962] But yet, be true.[1962] _Cres._ O heavens! 'Be true' again! _Tro._ Hear why I speak it, love:[1963] The Grecian youths are full of quality;[1963][1964] 75 They're loving, well composed with gifts of nature,[1963] And flowing o'er with arts and exercise:[1963] How novelties may move and parts with person,[1965] Alas, a kind of godly jealousy--[1966] Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin-- 80 Makes me afeard.[1967] _Cres._ O heavens! you love me not. _Tro._ Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,[1968] Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, 85 Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant: But I can tell that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted. 90 _Cres._ Do you think I will?[1969] _Tro._ No:[1970] But something may be done that we will not: And sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,[1971] 95 Presuming on their changeful potency.[1972] _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.