Cre. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark, A word with you.

Troi. Yea, fo familiar!

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Uly. She will fing any man at first fight.
Ther. And any man

i

[Whispers.

May fing her, if he can take her cliff; fhe's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?

Cre. Remember? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then;

And let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troi. What should she remember?

Uly. Lift!

Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther: Roguery!

Dio. Nay, then,

Cre. I'll tell thee what.

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are forfworn.

Cre. In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do?

Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open.

Dio. What did you fwear you would beftow on me? Cre. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, fweet Greek.

Dio. Good night.

Troi. Hold, patience!

Uly. How now, Trojan?

Cre. Diomed,

Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.

Troi. Thy better must.

Cre. Hark, one word in your ear.

Troi. O plague and madness!

She will fing any man at firft fight.]-She is very quick at forming

new acquaintances.

ber cliff;]-her key, pitch.

Ulyf

Ulyff. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I pray

you,

Left your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly; I befeech you, go.
Troi. Behold, I pray you!

Ulyff. Now, good my lord, go off:

*You flow to great distraction: come, my lord.

Troi. I pr'ythee, stay.

Ulyff. You have not patience; come.

Troi. I pray you, ftay; by hell, and by hell's torments,

I will not speak a word.

Dio. And fo, good night.

Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troi. Doth that grieve thee?

O wither'd truth.

Uly. Why, how now, lord?

Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian!-why, Greek!

Dio. Pho! pho! adieu; you 'palter.

Cre. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Uly. You shake, my lord, at fomething; will you go?

You will break out.

Troi. She ftrokes his cheek!

Ulyff. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, ftay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: There is between my will and all offences

A guard of patience :-ftay a little while.

* You flow to great diffraction :]—Your paffion will hurry you to the height of madnefs-deftruction-will involve you in the extremity of hazard.

'palter.]-fhuffle.

Ther

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Ther. How the devil " luxury, with his fat rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry! Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In faith, I will, la; never truft me else.

Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Uly. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, my lord;

I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel; I am all patience.

Re-enter Crefida.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!

Cre. Here, Diomed, keep this fleeve.

Troi. O beauty!

Where is thy faith?

Uly. My lord,

Troi. I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve; Behold it well.He lov'd me-O falfe wench!-Give't me again.

Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:

I pr'ythee, Diomed, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the sharpens;-Well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

m luxury, with bis fat romp, and potatoe finger,]-incontinence, with its provocatives. "Fie on luft and luxury!"

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I.

P. 258.

"To't luxury pell-mell."

LEAR, A& IV. S. 6. Lear.

POEMS 759.

"Let the fky rain potatoes."

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 255.

Cre.

Cre. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge!
Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee, and me; and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it,

As I kifs thee.-Nay, do not fnatch it from me;
He, that takes that, muft take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

Cre. You fhall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall

not;

I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this; Whofe was it?

Cre. It is no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was.

Cre. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whofe was it?

Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,

And by herself, I will not tell whose.

you

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm;

And grieve his fpirit, that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wer't thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy horn,
It should be challeng'd.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft;-And yet it is

not;

I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewell;

Thou never fhalt mock Diomed again.

Cre. You fhall not go :-One cannot speak a word,

But it straight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, and by herself,]-By all yon ftarry hoft, and by the moon.

Ther.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not me, Pleases me beft.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?
Cre. Ay, come:-O Jove!

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Do, come :-I fhall be plagu'd.

Dio. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.
Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee;
But with the other eye my heart doth see.—
Ah! poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads, muft err; O then conclude,

Minds, fway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publish more,

Unless she say, My mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulyff. All's done, my lord.

Troi. It is.

Ulyff. Why stay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul

Of every fyllable that here was spoke.
But, if I tell how thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An efperance so obftinately strong,
That doth invert the atteft of eyes and ears;
As if thofe organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creffid here?

Uly. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, sure.

Ulyff. Moft fure, she was.

but that that likes not me,]-but that mischief, though naturallyedious, is my fupreme delight.

P be plagu'd.]-fuffer feverely for my infidelity.

conjure,]-raife a spirit in her shape.