Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther. Roguery! Dio. Nay, then,— Cres. I'll tell you what : Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are for sworn. Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do? Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Dio. Good night. Tro. Hold, patience! Ulyss. How now, Trojan? Cres. Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Tro. Thy better must. Cres. 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; Ulyss. Now, good my lord, go off: You flow to great destruction; come, my lord. Tro. I pr'ythee, stay. Ulyss. You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor ments, I will not speak a word. Dio. And so, good night. Cres. Nay, but you part Tro. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth! Ulyss. Why, how now, lord? Tro. By Jove, I will be patient. Cres. 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. She strokes his cheek! Ulyss. 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. 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! [Exit. Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve. Tro. I will be patient: outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve: Behold it well.He loved me-O false wench!-Give't me again. Dio. Who was't? Cres. No matter, now I have't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone. Cres. What, this? Dio. Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty pledge! Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, 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. 'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved 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. Ay, come :-O Jove! Do come :-I shall be plagu’d. Dio. Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come. [Exit DIOMEDes. 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. It is. Ulyss. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Was Cressid here? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Tro. She was not, sure. Ulyss. Most sure she was. Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If there be rule in unity itself, This was not she. O madness of discourse, 1 |