Ulyff.

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 :-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?

Cref. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.

Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cref. I'll fetch you one.

Uly. You have fworn patience.

Tro.

[Exit.

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!
Cref. Here, Diomed, keep this fleeve.

Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulyf

My lord,-
Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cref. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.-
He lov'd me-O false wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Whofe was't?

Cref.

No matter, now I have't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night :

I pr'ythee, Diomed, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now the sharpens ;-Well faid, whetstone.
Dio. I fhall have it.

Cref.

Dio.

What this?

Ay, that.

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

Cref. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith

not;

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?

Cref.

Dio. Come, tell me whofe it was.

you

shall

'Tis no matter.

Cref. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will.

But, now you have it, take it.

Dio.

Whose was it?

-women yonder,

Cref. By all Diana's waiting-v

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.

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

Dio.

Why then, farewell;

Thou never fhalt mock Diomed again.

Cref. You fhall 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, fhall I come? the hour?

Cref. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.

[Exit DIOMEDES.

Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks 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,
Minds, fway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.

[Exit CRESSIDA.

Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore.

Uly. All's done, my lord.

Tro.

Uly

It is.

Why stay we then?

Tro. To make a recordation to my foul
Of every fyllable 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 atteft of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.
Uly. Nor mine, my lord: Creffid 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 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 she.
Ther. Will he fwagger himself out on's own eyes?
Tro. This the? no, this is Diomed's Creffida:
If beauty have a foul, this is not she;

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

If there be rule in unity itself,

This was not fhe. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and lofs affume all reason
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 spacious breadth of this divifion
Admits no orifice for a point, as fubtle
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Creffid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, diffolv'd, and loos'd;
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, fcraps, the bits, and greafy reliques
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 exprefs?
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy
With fo eternal and so fix'd a soul.

Hark,

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

That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm;
Were it a cafque compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Conftring'd in mass by the almighty fun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Tro. O Creffid! O false Creffid! falfe, false, false! Let all untruths ftand by thy stained name,

And they'll feem glorious.

Ulyf

O, contain yourself;

Your paffion draws ears hither.

Enter NEAS.

Ene. I have been feeking you this hour, my lord:

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;

Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

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

Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

Uly. I'll bring you to the gates.

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; ftill, wars H 4

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