Page 2885 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

That this great soldier may his welcome know.
Exeunt all but Troilus and Ulysses.
Drums and trumpets sound.

TROILUS
My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

ULYSSES
At Menelaus’ tent, most princely Troilus.
There Diomed doth feast with him tonight, [280]
Who neither looks on heaven nor on earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view

On the fair Cressid.

TROILUS
Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to thee so much,
After we part from Agamemnon’s tent, [285]
To bring me thither?

ULYSSES
You shall command me, sir.

As gentle tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
That wails her absence?

TROILUS
O sir, to such as boasting show their scars [290]

A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
She was beloved, she loved, she is, and doth;
But still sweet love is food for fortune’s tooth.
Exeunt.