Dio. Good night.

Tro. Hold, patience!

Uly. How now, Trojan?

Cre. Diomed,

Dio. No, no, good night; I'll be your.

Tro. Thy better muft.

Cre. Hark, one word in your ear.

Tro. O plague and madness!

fool no more.

Uly. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I pray you, Left your displeasure should enlarge itself

To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;

The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.

"Tro. Behold, I pray you!

"Uly. Now, good my lord, go off;

"You flow to great diftraction: come, my lord.

"Tro. I pr'ythee, stay.

"Uly. You have not patience; come.

"Tro. I pray you, ftay; by hell, and all hell's tor

ments,

Cre. Guardian,-why, Greek,

Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.

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Gre. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Uly. You hake, my lord, at fomething: Will "you go?

"You will break out.

"Tro. She ftrokes his cheek!

Uly. Come, come.

"Tro. Nay, ftay; by Jove I will not speak a word: "There is between my will and all offences

"A guard of patience; ftay a little while.

The. How the devil, luxury, with his fat rump, and

"Potatoe

"Potatoe finger, tickles thefe together!"Fry, lechery, fry!

"Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In faith, I will, la; never truft me elfe. Die. Give me fome token for the furety of it. Cre. I'll fetch you one.

Uly. You have fworn patience.

Tro. Fear me not, my lord;

I will not be myself, nor have cognition

Of what I feel; I am all patience.

Re-enter Creffida.

The. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cre. Here, Diomed, keep this fleeve.
Tro. O, beauty!

Where is thy faith?

Uly. My lord,

Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well : He lov'd me-O falfe wench !-Giv't me again. Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre.. It is no matter, now I hav't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
I pr'ythee, Diomed, vifit me no more.

The. Now fhe fharpens; well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it again.

Cre. What, this?

Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge!
Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee, and me; and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,

As I kifs thee.-Nay, do not fnatch it from me;
He, that takes that, doth take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Tro. I did fwear patience.

[Exit.

Gre. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith, you shall not; I'll give you fomething else.

* How came potatoes known at Troy? they were very little known here in Shakespeare's time. Befides, how this root particularly connects with luxury is by no means clear; we wish it omitted,

Dio. I will have this: Whofe was it?

Cre. It is no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.

Cre. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. But whose was it?

Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To-morrow I will wear it on my helm ;

And grieve his spirit, that dares not challenge it.

Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'ft it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd*.

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

Dio. Why then, farewel;

Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

Cre. You shall not go: One cannot speak a word, But it ftraight ftarts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

The. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not me,
Pleases me best.

Dio. What, fhall I come? the hour?
Cre. Ay, come :-
:-0 Fove!

Do, come:-I shall be plagu'd.
Dio. Farewel 'till then.

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

What error leads, must err; O then conclude,

[Exit Dio.

† Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit Cre. "The. A proof of strength she could not publish more, "Unless she say, my mind is now turn'd whore.

* There is an intolerable quantity of trivial matter to bring about this challenge, without, any thing tragically affecting or comically amufing.

+ This remark is practically just, but reflects much at present on Crefida.

Tro. To make a recordation to my foul
Of every fyllable that here was fpoke.
But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publifhing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance fo obftinately ftrong,

That doth invert the atteft of eyes and ears ;-
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Creffid here ?

"Uly. I cannot conjure, Trojan. "Tro. She was not, fure.

Uly. Moft fure she was.

"Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

Uly. Nor mine, my lord: Crefid was here but now. "Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood;

"Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
"To ftubborn critics-apt, without a theme,
"For depravation-to fquare the general fex

By Creffid's rule: rather think this not Creffid.
"Uly. What hath fhe done, prince, that can foil our
"mothers?

"Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were fhe. "The. Will he fwagger himself out on's own eyes ♪ "Tro. This fhe no, this is Diomed's Creffida

If beauty have a foul, this is not the ;

If fouls guide vows, if vows be fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the gods' delight,

If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not the. O madness of discourse,
That caufe fets up with and against itself!
"Bi-fold authority! where reafon can revolt
"Without perdition, and lofs affume all reafon
"Without revolt: this is, and is not, Creffid!
"Within my foul there doth commence a fight
"Of this strange nature, that a thing infeparate
"Divides more wider than the sky and earth;
"And yet the fpacious breadth of this divifion
"Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
"As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
"Inftance, O inftance! strong as Pluto's gates;
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Crefid

Creffid is mine, ty'd with the bonds of heaven:
Inftance, O inftance! ftrong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are flipt, diffolv'd, and loos'd;
And with another knot, five finger ty'd,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, fcraps, the bits and greazy relicks
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Uly. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his paffion doth express?

Tro. Ay, Greek; and that fhall be divulged well
In characters as red as Mars his heart

Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy
With fo eternal and fo fixt a foul.

Hark, Greek,-As much as I do Creffid love,
So much by weight hate. I her Diomed:

That fleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm ;
Were it a cafque compos'd by Vulcan's kill,
My fword fhould bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which fhipmen do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mafs by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his defcent, than fhall my prompted fword
Falling on Diomed®.

The. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Tro. O Creffid! O false Greffid! false, false, false ! Let all untruths ftand by thy.ftained name,

And they'll feem glorious.

Uly. O, contain yourself;

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Enter Eneas.

Ene. I have been fecking you this hour, my lord = Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;

Ajax, your guard, ftays to conduct you home.

Tro. Have with you, prince:-My courteous ford; adieu :

Farewel, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head.

Very nyperbolical the latter part of this speech, but the frenzy.

of Troilus juftifies it.