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Ther. Now she sharpens;- Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I shall have it.

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 spatch 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?

'Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you

will. But, now you liave 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, 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?

Ay, come :-O Jove !
Do come :-I shall be plagu'd.

Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I prythee, 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

our eye directs our mind : What error leads, must err; 0 then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.

[Erit Cressida. Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish

Unless she said, My mind is now turo'd whore.

Ulyss. All's done, my lord.

It is.

Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation* to my soul
Of every syllable 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 credencef in my heart,
Ad esperances so obstinately stroug,
That doth invert the attest || of eyes and ears;
As if those orgavs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?

I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Tro. She was not, sure.

Most sure she was. Tro. Why, my negation q hath po taste of mad.


• Remembrance. + Since.

Hope. y Testimony.

| Belief. Denial.

Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here but

now. Tro. Let it not be believ'd for* womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn critickst-apt, without a theme, For depravation, to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this vot 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 my 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'ereaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd With that which here his passion doth express?

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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 casquet compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constring'df in mass hy the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompled sword
Falling on Diomed.

Ther. He'll tickie it for his concupy .
Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid ! false, false,

Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
And they'll seem glorious.

O, contain yourself;
Your passion draws ears hither.

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,

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.

(Ereunt 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.
$ 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!



Troy. Before Priam's palace.

Enter Hector and Andromache.

And. When was my lord so inuch ungently tem

perid, 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.


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
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.

Cas. 0, it is true.

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.

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