_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]
_Tro._ Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.
_Cres._ Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;[1857] He shall unbolt the gates.
_Tro._ Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,[1858] And give as soft attachment to thy senses 5 As infants' empty of all thought![1859]
_Tro._ O Cressida! but that the busy day, Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,[1860] And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,[1861] 10 I would not from thee.
_Tro._ Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays[1862] As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love[1863] With wings more momentary-swift than thought.[1864] You will catch cold, and curse me.