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. Ulyf. You have fworn patience. Troi. Fear me not, fweet Lord, I will not be myself, nor have cognition Re-enter CRESSIDA. [Exit. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.→→→ 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 : Ther. Now the fharpens: well faid, whetstone. Cre. What, this? Dio. Ay, that. Cre. O, all ye gods !---O pretty, pretty pledge; 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. 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. 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. Troi. It is. Ulyf. Why ftay we then? Troi. To make a recordation to my foul That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears; (47) 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. 1 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. This is not fhe. O madness of difcourfe! 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 Hark, Greek, as much as I do Creffid love, 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. |