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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 : If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, 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! Bi-fold 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 Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Divides more wider than the sky and earth; And yet the spacious breadth of this division Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter. Instance, O instance ! strong as Pluto's gates ; Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Instance, o instance! strong as heaven itself; The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv’d, and
loos'd; And with another knot, five-finger-tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliques Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express ?
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,
Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy I.
O, contain yourself;
Enter Æneas. Æne. 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,
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, 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 !
WORDS WORDS. MERE WORDS.NO MATTER FROM THE HEART:
Tearing the Letter)
Act 5. Scene 3.
London Published by Thomas Togo N:11. Cheapside, July 21814.
Printed by Darene Son
Troy. Before Priam’s palace.
Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem
perd, 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.
Enter Cassandra. Cas.
Where is my brother Hector ?
Cas. 0, it is true.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound !
brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me
swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish * vows; They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
And. O! be persuaded : Do not connt it holy To hurt by being just : it is as lawful, For we would give much, to use violent thefts, And rob in the behalf of charity.
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows, to every purpose, must not hold: