a.

_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.

_Music, and then a Song; during which_ PANDARUS _listens._

I.

_Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing, if love were away?
Ah, no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment