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? Dio. What did you swear? Cres. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Dio. Good night. Tro. Ulyss. Cres. Hold, patience! How now, Trojan? 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 Ulyss Now, good my lord, go off; You flow to great destruction; come, my lord: Tro. I pr'ythee, stay. Ulyss. Tro. I pray you, plagues You have not patience; come. I will not speak a word. Dio. Cres. Nay, but you part in anger. stay; by hell, and all hell's And so, good night. Doth that.grieve thee? Tro. Cres. Guardian!-why, Greek! Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter 9. 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: Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition ' Re-enter CREessida. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith? Ulyss. My lord, 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. Dio. I shall have it. Cres. What, this? Dio. Ay, that. 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. 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? Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. 'Tis no matter. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. 1 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! Farewell till then. Do come: I shall be plagu'd. Dio. [Exit DIOMEDes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; Ulyss. All's done my lord. Tro. Ulyss. [Exit CRESSIDA. It is. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation 3 to my soul 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! . Remembrance. 4 For the sake of. 5 Cynics. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. This was not she. O madness of discourse, And yet the spacious breadth of this division And with another knot, five-finger-tied, 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, 6 Love. 6 |