The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. Ulyss Now, good my lord, go off: You flow to great destruction; come, my lord. Ulyss. You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you,stay; by hell, and all hell's tor 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. Tro. Ulyss 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 you 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. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition Re-enter CRESSIDA. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! My lord, Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith? Ulyss. Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.He lov'd me-O false wench !-Give't me again. Dio. Whose was't? No matter, now I have't again. Cres. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone. Dio. I shall have it. Cres. Dio. What, this? Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-0 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. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not; I'll give you something else. Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? Cres. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. "Tis no matter. 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 horn, It should be challeng'd. Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past;-And yet it is not; I will not keep my word. Dio. Why then, farewell; 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? Cres. Do come :-I shall be plagu'd. Dio. Ay, come :-0 Jove! Farewell till then. [Exit Diomedes. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee come. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; [Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Tro. Ulyss. It is. Why stay we then? That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Was Cressid here? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. She was not, sure. Most 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! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme, For depravation,-to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes? Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : If beauty have a soul, this not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, This was not she. O madness of discourse, Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid! The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy Hark, Greek;-As much as I do Cressid love, That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid ! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. Ulyss O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter ENEAS. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. adieu : Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulysses. Ther. Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery: still, wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: A burning devil take [Exit. them! SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in: By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to-day. Hect. No more, I say. Cas. Enter CASSANDRA. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. Cas. O, it is true. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows, They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. And. O! be persuaded: do not count it holy To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, For we would give much, to use violent thefts, Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong the vow; But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector. Hect. Hold you still, I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: |