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Cres. What this?
Dio. Ay, that.
Cres. O, all you gods!—O pretty pretty p.-dge.!
,As I kiss thee.—Nay, do not snatch it front me;
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?
Cres. . Tis Oo matter.
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. ,
Cres. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you
will. But, now yon have it, take it
Dio. • Whose was it?
Cres. 4f 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.
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Did. Why then, farewell;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
Cres. You shall not go:—Qne 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.
Did. 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.—
Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee;
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish
more, Unless she said, My mind is now tura'd whore.
Ulyts. All's done, my lord.
Tro. It is.
Ulyss. Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke. But, if 1 tell how these two did co-act
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Tro. She was not, sure.
Ulyxs. Most sure she was.
Tio. 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!
For depravation,—to square the general sex
Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida: