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Cre. In faith I do not: come hither once again. Ulyf. You shake, my Lord, at something: will You will break out. [you go?

Troi. She ftrokes his cheek.---

Ulyf. 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. Stay a little while.

Ther. How the devil Luxury with his fat rump and potatoe finger tickles thefe together! fry, letchery, fry!

Dio. But will you then?

Gre. In faith I will, la; never trust me else.

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

Ulyf. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord,

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

Re-enter CRESSIDA.

[Exit.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.→→→
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this fleeve.

Troi. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulyf. My Lord,---

Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that fleeve; behold it well:-He loved me:---O false 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, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O, all ye gods !---O pretty, pretty pledge;
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Thy mafter now lyes 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.---(46)

[Dio. Jnatches the Sleeve.

Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

He that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

Gre. You fhall not have it, Diomede: 'faith you I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this: whose was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was?

[fhall not,

Gre. 'Twas one that loved me better than you But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whofe was it?

[will.

Gre. 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 fpirit that dares not challenge it. Troi. Wert thou the devil, and wor'ft it on thy horn, It should be challenged.

Gre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel.

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

[not:

Cre. You fhall not go;------one cannot speak a

But ftraight it starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

[word,

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

you, pleases me best.

(46) As Ikifs thee.

Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.

Cref. He that takes that, must take my heart withal.] Dr Thirlby thinks this fhould all be placed to Creffida. She had the fleeve and was kifling it rapturously; and Diomede, in kiffing her, fnatches it back from her.

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Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?

Cre. Ay, come :---O Jove !---do, come :---I shall be plagued.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

Cre. Good-night: I pr'ythee, come. Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee, But with my heart the other eye doth fee.---Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind.

[Exit.

What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds fwayed by eyes are full of turpitude. [Exit. Ther. A proof of strength fhe could not publish

more;

Unless fhe fay, my mind is now turned whore.
Ulyf. All's done, my Lord.

Troi. It is.

Ulyf. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul
Of every fyllable that here was spoke :
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not ly in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An efperance fo obftinately ftrong,

That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears; (47)
As if those organs had deceptious functions,

Created only to calumniate.

Was Creflid here?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troi. She was not, fure.

Ulf Moft fure, she was.

(47) That doth invert that test of eyes and ears;] What teft? Troilus had been particularizing none in his foregoing words, to govern or require the relative be. I rather think the words are to be thus split;

That doth invert the atteft of eyes and ears.

i. e. That turns the very teftimony of fecing and hearing, against themfelves.

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Troi. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad

nefs.

Ulyf. Nor mine, my Lord: Creffid was here but

now.

Troi. Let it not be believed for womanhood! Think we had mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare all the fex

By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Wy. What hath fhe 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 fhe? no, this is Diomede's. Creffida.
If beauty have a foul, this is not the :
If fouls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe!
That caufe fets up with and against thyself!
Bi-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and loss affume all reason
Without revolt. This is, and is not, Creffid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the fky and earth;
And yet the fpacious breadth of this divifion
Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Inftance, O inftance, strong as Pluto's gates!
Crellid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven;
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heaven itself!
The bonds of heaven are flipped, diffolved and loosed,
And with another knot five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy reliques Of her o'er-caten faith, are bound to Diomede. Ulyf. May worthy Troilus be half attached With that which here his paffion doth exprefs? Troi. Ay, Greek, and that fhall be divulged well; In characters as red as Mars his heart

Inflamed with Venus.---Ne'er did young man fancy
With fo eternal and fo fixed a foul---

Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomede.
That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his helm:
Were it a cafk composed by Vulcan's skill,
My fword thould bite it: not the dreadful fpout,
Which fhip-men do the hurricano call,
Conftringed in mafs by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his defcent, than fhall my prompted fword
Falling on Diomede,

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troi. O Creffid! O false Creffid! false, false, Let all untruths ftand by thy ftained name, [false! And they'll feem glorious.

Ulyf. O, contain yourself:

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Euter ENEAS.

Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy.

Ajax, your guard ftays to conduct you home.

Lord:

Troi. Have with you, Piince; my courteous Lord, adieu.

Farewel, revolted fair: and, Diomede,

Stand fast, and wear a caftle on thy head!

Ulyf. I'll bring you to the gates.

Troi. Accept distracted thanks.

Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulyffes.

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