Cres. Nay, but you part in anger. Tro. O wither'd truth! Ulyss. I will be patient. Cres. Doth that grieve thee? 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. Ulyss She strokes his cheek! 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. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tre. I will not be myself, nor have cognition Re-enter CRESSIDA. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Ulyss My lord, Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.— He lov'd me-O false wench!-Give't me again. Dio. Who was't? Cres. No matter, now I hav'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. Dio. What, this? Ay, that. As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; 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. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. "Tis no matter. Cres. "Twas one's that lov'd 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? Ay, come:-O Jove! Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.— [Exit Diomedes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; [Exit Cressida. It is. Why stay we then? Tro. 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. 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, This was not she. O madness of discourse, 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, That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! ́ Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, Ulyss O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter ENEAS. Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy; Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous lord, adieu : Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [Exeunt Troilus, Eneas, and Ulysses. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue, Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion: A burning devil take them! [Exit. SCENE 111. TROY. Before PRIAM's Palace. Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his ears against admonishment? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Hect. You train me to offend you: get you in: By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day. Hect. No more, I say. Cas. Enter CASSANDRA. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd |