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Ther. Now she sharpens;- Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
shall not ;
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 !
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
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Why stay we then?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
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?
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well,
Ther. He'll tickie it for his concupy .
O, contain yourself;
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.
(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
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,
Where is my brother Hector?
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;