were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus! Hey-day! spirits and fires! We go wrong, we go wrong. No, yonder 'tis; There, where we see the lights. I trouble you. No, not a whit. Here comes himself to guide you. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night. Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks and good night to the Greeks' general. Good night, my lord. Good night, sweet lord Menelaus. Sweet draught: 'sweet' quoth 'a! sweet sink, sweet sewer. Good night and welcome, both at once, to those That go or tarry. Good night. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed, Keep Hector company an hour or two. I cannot, lord; I have important business, The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector. Give me your hand. Follow his torch; he goes to Calchas' tent: I'll keep you company. Sweet sir, you honour me. And so, good night. Come, come, enter my tent. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound: but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! What, are you up here, ho? speak. Who calls? Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter? She comes to you. Stand where the torch may not discover us. Cressid comes forth to him. How now, my charge! Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you. Yea, so familiar! She will sing any man at first sight. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she's noted. Will you remember? Remember! yes. Nay, but do, then; And let your mind be coupled with your words. What should she remember? List. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Roguery! Nay, then,-- I'll tell you what,-- Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn. In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?