And let your mind be coupled with Tro. What should she remember? Ulyss. List! your words. Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther. Roguery! Dio. Nay, then, Cres. 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 you 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. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Tro. Thy better must. Cres. Hark, one word in your ear. Tro. O plague and madness! Ulyss. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I pray you, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself Ulyss. Now, my good lord, go off: You flow to great destruction; come, my lord. Tro. I pr'ythee, stay. Ulyss. You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor ments, I will not speak a word. Dio. Cres. Nay, but you part And so, good night. Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter. Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will 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. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. Cres. I'll fetch you one. [Exit. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Fear me not, my lord; Tro. I will not be myself, nor have cognition Re-enter Cressida. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith? 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. Whose was't? Cres. No matter, now I have'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. 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; . He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience. 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. '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, farewel; 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? Cres. Dio. Ay, come:-O Jove!~ Farewel till then. Do come:-I shall be plagu'd. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.— [Exit Diomedes. Troilus, farewel! one eye yet looks on thee; eye doth see. But with my heart the other [Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. . Ulyss. All's done, my lord. Tro. Ulyss. It is. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! |