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Tro. Yea, so familiar!
Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight. Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff she's noted.
Dio. Will you remember?
Nay, but do then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more tò
I'll tell you what:
Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are for
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.
Tro. Thy better must.
Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no
How now, Trojan?
Hark! one word in your ear.
Tro. O plague and madness!
Ulyss. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I
6 her cliff,] That is, her key. Clef, French.
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
Now, good my lord, go off:
You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's torments,
I will not speak a word.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
O wither'd truth!
I will be patient.
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee?
Why, how now, lord?
Guardian-why, Greek! Dio. Pho, pho! 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.
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 potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then?
Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
7-palter.] i. e. shuffle, behave with duplicity.
Cres. I'll fetch you one.
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
No matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove,
As I kiss thee.-Nay, do not snatch it from me;
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you
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.