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Enter Troilus and Ulysses, after them Thersites.
Ther. And any man may sing to her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted.
Dio. Will you remember?
Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be cou. pled with your words.
Troi. What should she remember?
lie. I prythee, do not hold me to mine oath, Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek,
Dio. Good night.
Ulys, You are mov'd, Prince ; let us depart, I pray Left your displeasure should enlarge itself
[you. To wrathful terms; this place is dangerous; The time right deadly : I beseech you go..
fool no more.
Tro. Behold, I pray you
Uh]. Gooj my Lord, go of:
Troi. I pr ythee, Itay,
Trii. I pay you stay; by hell, and by hell's torments, I will not fpeak a word.
Din. And so good night.
- why Greekad Die Pho, pho, adieu ! you palter. Cre. In faith i do pot : come hitber once again.
Uly. You shake, my Lord, at something; will you You will break out ?
710i, She trokes his cheek Unh. Come, come.
Troi. Aay, stay ; by Jove, I will not speak a word. There is between my will and all offences A guard of patience : Ray a little while.
her. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and petalo finger tickles these together ! fry, lechery, fry!-
Dio, But will you then?
[Exil U97. You have sworn patience,
Troi. Fear me not, tweet Lord,
Re enter Creffiua,
Gre. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well :-
Dio. Whofę was't ?
I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
Ther. Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone.
Gre. O all ye gods ! - pretty, pretty pledge;
[Diomedes snatches the secue.'' 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.
Cre. You shall not have it, Diomede : 'faith, you: I'll give you fomething else.
[thall not : Dio. I will have this: whose was it? Cre. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was ! Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than
will.. But, now you have it, take it. -Dio. Whose was it?
Gre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell
whole. Dio. Tomorrow wil! I wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor'lt it on thy horn," : It Thould be challeng’d.
Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis palt; and yet it is I will not keep my word.
[notDio. Why then, farewel. Thou never shalt nock Diomede again.
Cre. You shall not go; one cannot speak a word, , But it straight Itarts you.
Dio. I do not like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes not you, : , pleases me belt.
Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?..
Gre. Ay, come:-- 0 Jove !do, come :
[Ęxit... • i. e, the stars which the points to
Cre. Good night : 1 prythee come. Troilus, farewel; one eye yet locks on thee. But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find, The crror of cur eye directs our mind. What error leads, must err: 0 then conclude, Minds rivay'd by eyes are full of turpitude. [Exit.
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UI/ All's done, my Lord.
Troi. To make a recordation to my soul,
. I cannot conjure, Trojan..
Proi, Let it not be believ'd for womanhood ! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to square all the sex By Crufild's rule. Rather think, this not Creffid. Ul. What hath fhę done, Prince, that can soil our
mothers ? Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out of his own eyes?.
Troi. This she? no, this is Diomede's Crellida.
If there be rule in unity itself,
Uly/. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
Troi. Ay, Greck, and that shall be divulged well, In characters, as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus--ne'er did young man fancy With-so eternal, and so fix'd a foulHark, Greek, as much as I do Creflid love, So much by weight hate 1 her Diomede. Thar fi:eve is mine that he'll bear in his helma Were it a cask compos'd by Vulcan’s-skil, My tword should bite it : not the dreadful spout Which shipmen do the hurricano call, Conttring'd in mass by the almighty fun, Shall dizzy, with more clamour Neptune's car In his deicent, than shall my prompted sword Falling on Diomede.
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.
Troj. o Crellid ! 0 false Cressid ! false, false, false I Let all untruths stand by thy Itained name, And they'll teein glorious.
perdition and loss are bo:h used in the very fame, sense, and ebat: an odd one, to lignity, uiscafornleness.