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Creś. . . What this?
.. Ay, that. :
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. • Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed;: 'faith you
shall not ;
Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
is Cres. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you
will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. .
Whose was it? : · Cres. *? 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. ' Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy
horn, It should be challeng’d. Cres. Well, well, ’tis done, 'tis past;—And yet it
is not; I will not keep my word.
Why then, farewell ; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a
word, But it straight starts you.
I do not like this fooling. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes not you, pleases me best.
Div. What, shall I come? the hour?
Ay, come:-0 Jove!-
Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come.
[Exit Diomedes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see.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 Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Why stay we then? Tro. 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 lie in publishing a truth?
Ulyss. . I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Most sure she was. . Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here but
now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme, For depravation,—to square the general sex . By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil
our mothers ? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well In characters as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Hark, Greek;-As much as I do Cressid love, So much by weight hate I her Diomed: That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan's skill, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Which shipmen do the hurricano call, Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear,