Enter Troilus and Ulyffes, after them Therfites. Ul. Stand where the torch may not discover us. Enter Creffida. Troi, Creffida come forth to him? Dio. How now, my charge? Cre. Now, my fweet guardian; hark, a wora with you. Troi. Yea, fo familiar? [Whispers. Uly. She will fing to any man at first sight. Ther. And any man may fing to her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted. Dio. Will you remember? Cre. Remember? yes. Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be cou pled 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 Gre. I'll tell you what. Dio, Pho! pho! come, tell a pin, you are a for fworn Gre. In faich, I can't: what would you have me do ?Ther. A juggling trick, to be fecretly open. Din. What did you fwear you would beltow on me? Cre. I prythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek, Dio. Good night. Troi. Hold, patience. Uly. How now, Trojan? Gre. Diomede, Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Troi. Thy better mult. Gre. Hark, one word in your ear. Troi. O plague and madness! Uly. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray Left your difpleature thould enlarge itself To wrathful terms; this place is dangerous; [you. Troi. Behold, I pray you Uh. Good my Lord, go off: You fly to great distraction: come, my Lord. Uk. You have not patience; come. Troi. I pray you stay ; by hell, and by hell's torments, I will not speak a word. Dis. And fo good night. Cre. Nay, but you part in anger? Troi; Doth that grieve thee? Q wither'd truth i Uh. Why, how now, Lord? Trai. By Jove, I will be patient. Dio Pho, pho, adieu! you palter. Gre. In faith I do not come hither once again. [go? Uiys. You shake, my Lord, at fomething; will you You will break out? Troi. She ftrokes his cheek Ulf. Come, come. Troi. Nay, flay; by Jove, I will not fpeak a word. There is between my will and all offences. A guard of patience: ftay a little while. Ther. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles thefe together! fry, lechery, fry!— Dio. But will you then? Gre, in faith I will, la; never trust me else. Dis. Give me fome token for the furety of it. Unf. You have fworn patience. I will not be myfelf, nor have cognition Of what I feel I am all patience. SCENE IV. Re enter Creffida. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now. Ulf. My Lord, Troi 1 will be patient, outwardly, I will. [Exit. Cre. You look upon that fleeve; behold it well : He lov'd me :-O false wench!--Giv't me again, Dio. Whofe was't? Gre. It is no matter, now I have't again, I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I prythee, Diomede, vifit me no more. Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone. Gre. What, this? Gre. O all ye gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge; : Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove, As I kifs thee. [Diomedes fnatches the fleeve.. Nay, do not fnatch it from me: He that takes that, mult take my heart withal. Gre. You fhall not have it, Diomede: 'faith, you I'll give you fomething else. Dio. I will have this: whofe was it? Gre. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was! [fhall not: Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will.. But, now you have it, take it. -Dio. Whofe was it? Gre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder And by herself, I will not tell you whose. Dio. Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his fpirit that dares not challenge it. Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor't it on thy horn,. It should be challeng'd. Gre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then, farewel. [not -one cannot fpeak a word,, Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.. Cre. You fhall not go ; But it straight starts you. Dio. I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor 1, by Pluto: but that that likes not you,^, pleases me belt. Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour? Cre. Ay, come:-O Jove !do, come : I fhall be plagued. Dio. Farewel till then.. i. e. the stars which the points to [Exit.. Cre. Good night: I pr'ythee come. SCENE V. [Exit. Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publifh more; Unless the fay, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ubf All's done, my Lord. Troi It is. U Why ftay we then? Troi. To make a recordation to my foul, That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears; Was Creffi here? Uly I cannot conjure, Trojan.. Troi. She was not, fure.. Ulf. Moft fure she was, Troi. Why, my negation hath no tafle of madness. Ul. Nor mine, my Lord: Creffid was here but now.. Troi. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To tubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to iquare all the fex By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Ul. What hath the done, Prince, that can foil our mothers? Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she. Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes? Troi. This he? no, this is Diomede's Creffida. If beauty have a foul, this is not the: If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,, ndimony be the gods' delight,, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she. O madness of discourse ! The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, Troi. Ay, Greek, and that thall be divulged well, Inflam'd with Venus-ne'er did young man fancy. Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Troi. O Creffid! O falfe Creffid! falfe, falfe, falfe ! Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name, And they'll feem glorious. perdition and lofs are both ufed in the very fame fenfe, and that an odd one, to fignity unreasonableness. |