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will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound ; but when he performs, astronomers foretel it; it is prodigious, there will come some change ; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him : they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas his tent: I'll after.--Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets !





Dio. What, are you up here, ho? speak.
Cal. Who calls ?

Dio. Diomed.-
Calchas, I think. Where is your daughter?

Cal. She comes to you.

Enter Troilus, and Ulysses, at a Distance; after

them THERSITES. Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us.


Troi. Cressid come forth to him!
Dio. How now, my charge ?

Cre. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark,
A word with you.

Troi. Yea, so familiar)




Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight.

Ther. And any man
May sing her, if he can take her cliff; she's noted.

Dio. Will you remember?
Cre. Remember? yes.

Dio. Nay, but do then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words,

Troż. What should she remember?
Ulyss. List!
Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
Ther. Roguery!

130 Dio. Nay, then, Cre. I'll tell you what.

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are forsworn. Cre. In faith, I cannot: What would

you do?

Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open.
Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me?

Cre. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek,

140 Dio. Good night. Troi. Hold, patience! Ulyss. How now, Trojan? Cre. Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night : I'll be your fool no

have me


Troi. Thy better must.
Cre. Hark, one word in your ear.
Troi. 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 ;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.

Troi. Behold, I pray you !
Ulyss. Now, good my lord, go off :
You flow to great distraction : come, my lord.

Troi. I pr'ythee, stay.
Ulyss. You have not patience; come.
Troi. I pray you, stay; by hell, and by hell's tor-

I will not speak a word.

160 Dio. And so, goud night. Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troi. Doth that grieve thee?
O wither'd truth!

Ulyss. Why, how now, lord ?
Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian-why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, pho! adieu ; you palter.
Cre. In faith, I do not ; come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will
you go?

170 You will break out.

Troi, She strokes his cheek !
Ulyss. Come, come.

Troi. 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?

Cre. In faith, I will, la ; never trust me else,
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.
Ulyss. You have sworn patience.

Troi. 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!
Cre. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
Troẻ. O beauty!

190 Where is thy faith?

Ulyss. My Lord,
Troi. I will be patient; outwardly I will.
Cre. You look upon that sleeve ; Behold it

He lov'd me-0 false wencht-Give’t me again.

Dio. Whase was't?

Cre. It is 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.

201 Cre. What, this? Dio. Ay, that.



Cre, 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.
Troi. I did swear patience.
Cre. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you

shall not;
I'll give you something else.

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
Cre. It is no matter.
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was?
Cre. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you

But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whose was it?

Cre. 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. Troi. Wer't thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy

horn, It should be challengd.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past ;--And yet it


is not ;

I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again,


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