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, 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? Cres. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. 'Tis no matter. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm ; 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, 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. * The stars. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you, pleases me best. Dio. What, shall I come? the hour? Cres. Ay, come:-O Jove! Farewell till then. Do come:-I shall be plagu'd. Dio. Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come. [Exit Diomedes. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; [Exit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore. Tro. Ulyss. It is. Why stay we then? Tro. To make a recordation to my soul Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony, If there be rule in unity itself, This was not she. O madness of discourse, 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'ereaten 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* Hark, Greek ;-As much as I do Cressid love, That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm ; Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy §. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false ! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. Enter Eneas. Ene. 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, adieu : Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. Tro. Accept distracted thanks. [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 • Love. + Helmet. Compressed. Concupiscence. 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! [Exit. SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's palace. Enter Hector and Andromache. And. When was my lord so much ungently tem per'd, 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. Cus. Enter Cassandra. Where is my brother Hector? And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent: Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother. Hect. Begone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; * Foolish. |