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Cres. O, all you gods !--O pretty pretty j.dge!
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it,
I'll give you something else.
'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. 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.
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:-0 Jove!-
Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come.
[Erit Diomedes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see.Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind: What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.
[Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke. But, if I tell how these two did co-act
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Most sure she was.
now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme, For depravation,—to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. 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:
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well In characters as red as Mars his heart Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Hark, Greek;-As much as I do Cressid love, So much by weight hate I her Diomed: That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Which shipmen do the hurricano call, Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear,