Enter DIOMEDE, retiring before TROILUS, and falling as he enters. Troil. Now beg thy life, or die. I loath the life, which thou canst give, or take. Troil. Scorn'st thou my mercy, villain!--Take thy wish. Cres. Hold, hold your hand, my lord, and hear me speak. [TROILUS turns back; in which time DIOMEDE rises, Trojans and Greeks enter, and rank themselves on both sides of their Captains. Troil. Did I not hear the voice of perjured Cressida? Com'st thou to give the last stab to my heart? As if the proofs of all thy former falsehood Were not enough convincing, com'st thou now To beg my rival's life? Whom, oh, if any spark of truth remain'd, Troil. Hell and death! Cres. If ever I had power to bend your mind, Believe me still your faithful Cressida ; And though my innocence appear like guilt, Because I make his forfeit life my suit, 'Tis but for this, that my return to you Would be cut off for ever by his death; My father, treated like a slave, and scorn'd; Myself in hated bonds a captive held. Troil. Could I believe thee, could I think thee true, In triumph would I bear thee back to Troy, Though Greece could rally all her shatter'd troops, And stand embattled to oppose my way. But oh, thou syren, I will stop my ears To thy enchanting notes; the winds shall bear Upon their wings thy words, more light than they. Cres. Alas! I but dissembled love to him. If ever he had any proof, beyond What modesty might give Diom. No! witness this. [The ring shewn. There, take her, Trojan, thou deserv'st her best; You good, kind-natured, well-believing fools, Are treasures to a woman. I was a jealous, hard, vexatious lover, And doubted even this pledge,-till full possession; But she was honourable to her word, And I have no just reason to complain. Cres. O unexampled, frontless impudence! Troil. Hell, shew me such another tortured wretch as Troilus! Diom. Nay, grieve not; I resign her freely up; I'm satisfied; and dare engage for Cressida, That, if you have a promise of her person, She shall be willing to come out of debt. Cres. [Kneeling.] My only lord, by all those holy vows, Which, if there be a Power above, are binding, May every imprecation, which your rage Diom. Nay, since you're so concern'd to be believed, I'm sorry I have press'd my charge so far: flames Receive her quick, with all her crimes upon her! Cres. Enough, my lord; you've said enough. But then your eyes had miss'd the satisfaction, [She stabs herself; they both run to her. Diom. Help! save her, help! Cres. Stand off, and touch me not, thou traitor But you, my only Troilus, come near: Trust me, the wound, which I have given this breast, Troil. This were too much, even if thou hadst But oh, thou purest, whitest innocence, For such I know thee now, too late I know it !— And hurl'd at me, a bolder wretch than they, Cres. Hear him not, heavens ; But hear me bless him with my latest breath! And I die happy, that he thinks me true. [Dies. [Points his Sword to his Breast. Ha, smilest thou, traitor! thou instruct'st me best, And turn'st my just revenge to punish thee. Diom. Thy worst, for mine has been beforehand with thee; I triumph in thy vain credulity, Which levels thy despairing state to mine; Makes thine the sharper and more shameful loss. But thou hast given me pleasure ere I die, [To his Soldiers. For heaven and hell have mark'd him out for me, And I should grudge even his least drop of blood To any other hand. [TROILUS and DIOMEDE fight, and both Parties engage at the same time. The Trojans make the Greeks retire, and TROILUS makes DIOMEDE give ground, and hurts him. Trumpets sound. ACHILLES enters with his Myrmidons, on the backs of the Trojans, who fight in a ring, encompassed round. TROILUS, singling DIOMEDE, gets him down, and kills him; and ACHILLES kills TROILUS upon him. All the Trojans die upon the place, TROILUS last. Enter AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, AJAX, and Attendants. Achil. Our toils are done, and those aspiring walls, The work of gods, and almost mating heaven, Must crumble into rubbish on the plain. Agam. When mighty Hector fell beneath thy sword, Their old foundations shook; their nodding towers Threaten'd from high the amazed inhabitants; And guardian-gods, for fear, forsook their fanes. Achil. Patroclus, now be quiet; Hector's dead; And, as a second offering to thy ghost, Ajax. Revenged it basely: For Troilus fell by multitudes opprest, Now peaceful order has resumed the reins, [Exeunt. |