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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: Ill after. -Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets!
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. Enter Cressida.
Tro. Cressid, come forth to him!
How now, my charge? Cres. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark! a word with you.
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?
Nay, but do then; And let your mind be coupled with your words. Tro. What should she remember?
Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to
I'll tell you what:
Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are for
Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do?
Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. Dio. What did he swear you would bestow on me?
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?
Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no
Hark! one word in your ear.
Tro. Thy better must.
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
Tro. I pr'ythee, stay.
You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor
I will be patient.
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. 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?
She strokes his cheek!
Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
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!
My lord,Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.He loved me-O false wench !-Give't me again. Dio. Whose was't? Cres.
No matter, now I hav't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
Ther. Now she sharpens;-Well said, whetstone.
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;
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?
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.
But, now you have it, take it.
'Tis no matter.
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.
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!
Do come :-I shall be plagu’d.
Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.
[Exit 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 more,
Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore.
Farewell till then.
Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation* to my soul Of every syllyable that here was spoke. But, if I tell how these two did co-act, Shall I not lie in publishing a truth? Sith+ yet there is a credence in my heart, An esperance § so obstinately strong, That doth invert the attest || of eyes and ears; As if those organs had deceptious functions, Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Most sure she was.
Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but
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