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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 strokes his cheek.---Ulyf. 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.
Ther. How the devil Luxury with his fat rump and potatoe finger tickles these together! fry, leta chery, fry! Dio. But will
you then ?
[Exit. Ulys. You have sworn patience.
Troi. Fear me not, sweet Lord,
Cre. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well:-He loved me:---C'false wench !---Give’t me again.
Dio. Whose was't ?
Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now the sharpens : well said, whetstone.
Thy master now lyes thinking in his bed
heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Troi. I did swear patience.
Gre. You shall not have it, Diomede : 'faith you I'll give you something else.
[shall not, Dio. I will have this: whose was it? Cre. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was?
Gre. 'Twas one that loved me better than you But, now you have it, take it.
[will. 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 wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wert thou the devil, and worst it on thy horn, It should be challenged.
Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is I will not keep my word.
[not: Dio. Why then, farewel. Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.
Gre. You shall not go ;------one cannot speak a But straight it starts you.
(word, Dio. I do not like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best.
(46) As I kiss thee.
Cref. He that takes that, must take my heart withal.] Dr Thirlby thinks this should all be placed to Crellida. She had the fleeve and was killing it rapturously; and Diomede, in kitfing her, snatches it back from her.
Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?
Ulyf. All's done, my Lord.
Troi. To make a recordation to my soul
Ulys. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
That doch invert the attet of eyes and ears. i.e. That turns the very testimony of facing and bearing, against themselves.
Troi. Why, my llegation hath no taste of mad
ness. Ulyf. Nor mine, my Lord: Cressid was here but
Troi. Let it not be believed for womanhood! Think we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme For depravation, to square all the fex By Cressid's rule. Rather think this not Creflid. Ilyf. What hath she done, Prince, that can foil
our mothers? Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out of his own
Troi. This she? no, this is Diomede's Crellida. If beauty have a foul, this is not the : If souls guide vows, if vows are fanctimony, If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she. O madness of discourse ! That cause sets up with and against thyself ! Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt Without perdition, and loss assume all reason Without revolt. This is, and is not, Creflid. Within my soul there doth commence a fight Of this strange nature, that a thing infeparate Divides far wider than the sky and earth; And yet the spacious breadth of this division Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle As flight Arachne’s broken woof, to enter. Instance, O instance, strong as Pluto's gates ! Crellid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven; Instance, O instance, strong 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, scraps, the bits, and greafy reliques
Ulys. May worthy Troilus be half attached
Troi. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well,
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.
Troi. O Creflid ! 0 false Cressid ! false, false,
Ulyf. O, contain yourself:
Ulyf. l'll bring you to the gates.
LExeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses,