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Troi. I will be patient; outwardly I will.
well.He loved me-- 0 false wench !–Give me again.
Dio. Whose was 't?
Cres. It is no matter, now I have't again. ! will not meet with you to-morrow night: I pr’ythee, Diomed, visit me no more.
Ther. Now she sharpens. Well said, whetstone!
Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty, pretty pledge!
Dio. I had your heart before; this follows it.
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,
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm;
Why then, farewell :
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.-0 Jove !-
Farewell till then.
doth see. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find; The error of our eye directs our mind :
ii. e. the stars.
What error leads, must err: 0, then conclude,
[Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish
more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd
whore.' Ulys. All 's done, my lord. Troi.
It is. Ulys.
Why stay we then ?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Most sure she was.
now. Troi. Let it not be believed for 3 womanhood !
3 For the sake of.
our mothers ? Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own
Troi. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : If beauty have a soul, this is not she; if souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, If sanctimony be the gods' delight, if there be rule in unity itself;This was not she. O madness of discourse, That cause sets up with and against itself! Bifold authority! where reason can revolt Without perdition, and loss assume all reason Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid! Within
soul there doth commence a fight
2 i e. the plighted troth of lovers.