Cres. Prophet may you be! 
If I am false, or swerve from truth of love,
When Time is old, and has forgot itself
In all things else, let it remember me;
And, after all comparisons of falsehood,
To stab the heart of perjury in maids,
Let it be said—­as false as Cressida.

Pand. Go to, little ones; a bargain made.  Here I hold your hand, and here my cousin’s:  if ever you prove false to one another, after I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s end after my name, Pandars.

Cres. And will you promise, that the holy priest Shall make us one for ever?

Pand. Priests! marry hang them, they make you one!  Go in, go in, and make yourselves one without a priest; I’ll have no priest’s work in my house.

Cres. I’ll not consent, unless you swear.

Pand. Ay, do, do swear; a pretty woman’s worth an oath at any time.  Keep or break, as time shall try; but it is good to swear, for the saving of her credit.  Hang them, sweet rogues, they never expect a man should keep it.  Let him but swear, and that’s all they care for.

Troil. Heavens prosper me, as I devoutly swear, Never to be but yours!

Pand. Whereupon I will lead you into a chamber; and suppose there be a bed in it, as, ifack, I know not, but you’ll forgive me if there be—­away, away, you naughty hildings; get you together, get you together.  Ah you wags, do you leer indeed at one another! do the neyes twinkle at him! get you together, get you together. [Leads them out.

  Enter at one Door AENEAS, with a Torch; at another, HECTOR and
  DIOMEDE, with Torches.

Hect. So ho, who goes there?  AEneas!

AEn. Prince Hector!

Diom. Good-morrow, lord AEneas.

Hect. A valiant Greek, AEneas; take his hand;
Witness the process of your speech within;
You told how Diomede a whole week by days
Did haunt you in the field.

AEn. Health to you, valiant sir,
During all business of the gentle truce;
But, when I meet you armed, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute.

Diom. Both one and t’other Diomede embraces. 
Our bloods are now in calm; and so long, health;
But when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove I’ll play the hunter for thy life.

AEn. And thou shall hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward.  Welcome, Diomede,
Welcome to Troy.  Now, by Anchises’ soul,
No man alive can love in such a sort
The thing he means to kill more excellently.

Diom. We know each other well.

AEn. We do; and long to know each other worse.—­ My lord, the king has sent for me in haste; Know you the reason?

Hect. Yes; his purpose meets you. 
It was to bring this Greek to Calchas’ house,
Where Pandarus his brother, and his daughter
Fair Cressida reside; and there to render
For our Antenor, now redeemed from prison,
The lady Cressida.