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

[Whispers. Troi. Yea, so familiar! Ulyl. She will fing any man at first sight.

Tber. And any man
May sing her, if he can take her i cliff; she's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?
Cre. Remember? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then;
And let your mind be coupled with your

Troi. What should she remember?
Ulys. 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 forsworn.

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

Tber. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open.
Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me?

Cre. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

Dio. Good night.
Troi. Hold, patience !
Ulyf. 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 al for fight. )-She is very quick at forming new acquaintances.

ber clif";]-her key, pitch,


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

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

Troi. Behold, I pray you !

Ulys. Now, good my lord, go off: * You how to great distraction : come, my lord.

Troi. I pr’ythee, stay.
Ulys. You have not patience; come.
Troi. I pray you, stay; by hell, and by hell's torments,
I will not speak a word.

Dio. And so, good night.
Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troi. Doth that grieve thee?
O wither'd truth.

Ulys. 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.
Ulys. You shake, my lord, at something; will you


You will break out.

Troi. She strokes his cheek!
Ulys. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience :-stay a little while.

* You flow to great diftra&tion :)-Your pasion will hurry you to the height of madness-defruction will involve you in the extremity of


palter. ]-hufile.


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 trust me else.
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.
Ulys. You have sworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, my lord ;
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel; I am all pacience.

Re-enter Cresida.
Ther. Now the pledge ; now, now, now!
Cre. Here, Diomed, keep this Neeve.

Troi, o beauty !
Where is thy faith?

Ulyl. My lord,-
Troi. I will be patient ; outwardly I will.

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

Dio. Whose 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, visit me no more.

Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I shall 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. • Let the sky rain potatoes." MERRY Wives of Windsor, Vol. I. p. 255.


POEMS 759.

Cre. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
As I kiss thee.- Nay, do not snatch it from me;
He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.

Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did swear patience.
Cre. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall

not ;

I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this ; Whose was it?
Cre. It is no matter.
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.

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

Dio. Whose was it ?

Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit, that dares not challenge it.

Troi. Wer't thou the devil, and wor'it it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'cis past;—And yet it is

not ;
I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewell;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

Cre. You shall 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 sonder, and by herjelf,)-By all yon starry hoft, and by the moon.


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

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come :-O Jove ! Do, come :-I shall P 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 fee. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind : What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she say, My mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulyl. All's done, my lord.
Troi. It is.
Ulys. Why stay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doch invert the atteft of eyes and ears ;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?

Uly]. I cannot ? conjure, Trojan.
Troi. She was not, sure.
Ulyl. Most sure, she was.

but that that likes not me,l-but that mischief, though naturally cdious, is my supreme delight.

P be plagu'd.]-fuffer severely for my infidelity.
I conjure,]-raise a spirit in her shape.

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