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Tro. Yea, so familiar !
Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff ;6. she's noted. Dio. Will
you remember? Cres.
Remember? yes. Dio.
Nay, but do then ; And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Tro. What should she remember
I'll tell you what :
sworn. Cres. In faith, I cannot : What would
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. Good night.
How now, Trojan ? Cres.
Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be
Tro. Thy better must.
Hark! one word in your ear.
her cliff,] That is, her key. Clef, French.
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off : You How to great destruction ; comę, my
You have not patience; come.
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee :
Why, how now, lord ?
Guardian !--why, Greek!
You will break out.
She strokes his cheek!
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then?
i palter.] i. e. shuffle, behave with duplicity.
Cres. I'll fetch you one.
[Exit. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro.
Fear me not, my lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition Of what I feel ; I am all patience.
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.He loved me 0 false wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Who was't?
No matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Cres. O, all you gods -O pretty pretty pledge!
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
you shall not;
8 — keep this sleeve.] The custom of wearing a lady's sleeve for a favour, is of ancient date, but the sleeve given in the present instance was the sleeve of Troilus. It may be supposed to be an ornamented cuff, such, perhaps, as was worn by some of our young nobility at a tilt, in Shakspeare's age.