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And let your mind he coupled with your words.

Tro. What should she remember?
Ulyss. List!
Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to

Ther. Roguery!
Dio. Nay, then,-

I'll tell you what:-
Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are for-


Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have

me do? Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on

me? Cres. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

Dio. Good night.

Hold, patience!

How now, Trojan? Cres.

Diomed, -Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no


Tro. Thy better must.

Hark, one word in your ear.
Tro. O plague and madness!
Ulyss. You are mov’d, prince; let us depart, I

pray you,
Lest 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!


Now, my good lord, go off: You flow to great destruction; come, my lord.

Tro. I pr’ythee, stay.

You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor

I will not speak a word.

And so, good night.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!

Ulyss. Why, how now, lord?

By Jove,
I will be patient.

Guardian !- why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.
Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will

you go?

You will break out.

She strokes his cheek!

Come, come. Tro. 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, lechery, fry! Dio. But will


then? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.

Cres. I'll fetch you one.

[Erit. Ulyss. You have sworn 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 Cressida.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith?

My lord,
Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will.
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it

well. He lov'd me-0 false wench !–Give’t me again.

Dio. Whose was't?

No matter, now I have't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
I prythee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Ther. Now she sharpens;-Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I shall have it.

What this?

Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
As I kiss thee.- Nay, do not snatch it from me;
He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.

Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Tro, I did swear patience.

Ay, that.

Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed;



shall not;

I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?

'Tis no matter.
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.
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


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, farewel;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
Cres. You shall not go:-One cannot speak a

word, But it straight starts you. Dio.

I do not like this fooling: Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best.

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

Ay, come:-0 Jove! -
Do come:- I shall be plagu’d.

Farewel till then.

Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come. —

[E.cit Diomedes. Troilus, farewel! one eye yet looks on thee; But with


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.

[Erit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish

Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulyss. All's done, my lord.

It is.

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?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert the attest of eyes
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?

I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Tro. She was not, sure.

Μο 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!

and ears;

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