Ther. Roguery! Dio. Nay, then, Cres. I'll tell you what, Dio. Foh, foh! come, tell a pin you are forsworn. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me? Dio. Good night. Tro. Hold, patience! Ulyss. How now, Trojan! Cres. Diomed, 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 moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous; The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. Tro. Behold, I pray you! Ulyss. Nay, good my lord, go off: You flow to great distraction; come, my lord. Tro. I pray thee, stay. Ulyss. You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments, Dio. Foh, foh! 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. Ulyss. She strokes his cheek! Come, come. 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 potatofinger, 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. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. [Exit. Fear me not, sweet lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition Tro. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Cres. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well. Cres. It is no matter, now I have 't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night : Ther. Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone ! Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge! Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove, As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me; 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; Dio. I will have this: whose was it? Cres. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. It is no matter. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will. Dio. And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not; Dio. Why then, farewell; Cres. You shall not go one cannot speak a word, 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. Ay, come: O Jove! do come: I shall be plagued. Good night: I prithee, come. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee, [Exit Diomedes. What error leads must err; O, then conclude Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Why stay we then? Ulyss. That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears ; Was Cressid here? Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan. Most sure she was. Tro. She was not, sure. Ulyss. Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Tro. Let it not be believed for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage [Exit. To stubborn critics, 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? Ther. Will a' swagger himself out on 's own eyes? If beauty have a soul, this is not she ; This is not she. O madness of discourse, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics 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? Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy 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: Fall on Diomed. Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy. Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false ! 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 : Ajax your guard stays to conduct you home. Tro. Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu. 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 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 temper'd, Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day. Enter Cassandra. Cas. Consort with me in loud and dear petition; 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. |