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Men. Good night, my lord.
Good night, sweet Menelaus.
[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS. Achil. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed, Keep Hector company an
our or two.
Follow his torch, he goes
[Aside to TROILUS. Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me. Hect.
And so good night. [Exit DIOMED; ULYSSES and TROILUS
following: Achil. Come, come, enter my tent. [Exeunt AchilLES, HECTOR, AJAX, and
NESTOR. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it ; it is prodigious ?, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the 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' tent : I'll after.
7 Portentous, ominous,
Before Calchas' Tent.
Dio. What are you up here, ho? speak.
Dio. Diomed. - Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter?
Cal. [Within.] She comes to you.
Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance ;
after them THERSITES, Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Tro. Cressid come forth to him!
How now, my charge ? Cres. Now, my sweet guardian! Hark! a word
[Whispers Tro. 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? Cres.
Remember? yes. Dio...
Nay, but do then ; And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Tro. What should she remember?
Ther. Roguery! .
what : Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin : You are for
Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have
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.
How now, Trojan ?
Tro, Thy better must.
Hark! one word in your ear.
are mov'd, prince ; let us depart, I
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off : You flow to great destruction ; come, my lord:
Tro. I pr’ythee, stay.
You have not patience; come.
And so, good night.
Doth that.grieve thee ? O wither'd truth!
Why, how now, lord ?
By Jove, I will be patient.
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.
Dio. But will you then ?
[E.cit, 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.
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now !
well. He loved me O false wench! Give't me again.
Dio. Who was't?
No matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone. Dio. I shall have it. Cres.
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 ?
'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.
Why then, farewell ;
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.