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And let your mind he coupled with your words.
Tro. What should she remember?
I'll tell you what:-
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.
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. 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
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!
Ulyss. Why, how now, lord?
Guardian !- why, Greek!
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.
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
well. He lov'd me-0 false wench !–Give’t me again.
Dio. Whose was't?
No matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens;-Well said, whetstone.
Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge!
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed;
I'll give you something else.
Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
'Tis no matter.
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
I will not keep my word. .
Why then, farewel;
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! -
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.-
[Erit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Why stay we then?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Μο sure she was.
now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood!