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Cre. In Faith I cannot : what would you have me do?
Ther. A jugling Trick, to be secretly open.
Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me?
Cre. I prithee do not hold me to mine Oath ;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek,
Dio. Good Night.
Troi. Hold, Patience-
Vlys. How now, Trojan ?
Dio. No, no, good Night: I'll be your Fool no more.
Troi. Thy better muft.
Cre. Hark, one word in your Ear.
Troi. O Plague and Madness!
Vlyf. You are mov'd, Prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge it felf
To wrathful Terms: this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly: I beseech you go.
Troi. Behold, I pray you.
Vlys. Nay, good my Lord
You How to great diftra&tion : Come, my Lord.
Troi. I pray thee stay?
Vlys. You have not patience; come.
Troi. I pray you stay; by Hell, and all Hell's Torments,
I will not speak a word.
Dio. And so good Night.
Cre. Nay, but you part in anger.
Troi. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd truth!
Ulys. Why, how now, Lord?
Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian-why, Greek-
Dio. Fo, fo, adieu, you palter.
Cre. In Faith, I do not: come hither once again.
Vlys. You shake, my Lord, at something; will you go?
You will break out.
Troi. She stroaks his Cheek.
Vlys. Come, come.
Troi. 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 Potato Finger, tickles these together: Fry, Letchery, fry.
Dio. But will you then?
Cre. In Faith I will come; never trust me else.
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.
[Exit. Ulys. You have sworn patience.
Troi. Fear me not, sweet Lord,
I will not be my self, nor have cognition
Of what I feel : I am all Patience.
Ther. Now the Pledge, now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this Sleeve.
Troi. O Beauty ! where is thy Faith?
Ols. My Lord.
Troi. I will be patient, outwardly I will.
Cre. You look upon that Sleeve ; behold it well:-..
He lov'd me:---O false Wench :----Give't me again.
Dio. Whose was't?
Cre. It is no matter now I have't again,
I will not meet with you to morrow Night :
I prithee, Diomede, visit me no more.
Ther. Now she sharpens: well said Whetstone.
Dio. I shall have it.
Cre. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.
Cre. O all you Gods. O pretty, pretty Pledge;
Thy Master now lyes thinking in his Bed,
Of thee and me, and lighs, and takes my Elove,
And gives memorial dainty Kisses to it:
As I kiss thee.
Dio. Nay, do not snatch it from now
Cre. He that takes that, takes my Heart withal.
Dio. I bad your Heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did swear Patience.
Cre. You shall not have ir, Diomede: 'Faith you shall not, I'll give you something else.
Dio. I will have this: Whose was it?
Cre. It is no matter.
Dio. Come tell me whose it was?
Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will. But now you have it, take it.
Dio. Whose was it?
Cre. By all Diana's Waiting-women yonder, And by her self, I will not tell
whose. Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his Spirit that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wert thou the Devil, and wor'st it on thy Horn, It should be challenged.
Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not-
I will not keep my word.
Dio. Why then farewel,
Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.
Cre. You shall not go; one cannot speak a word,
But it streight starts you.
Dio. I do not like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : But that that likes not me, pleases me beft.
Dio. What, shall 'I come? the hour.
Cre. Ay,come :-- 0 Jove!---do, come:---I shall be plagu’d.
Dio. Farewel 'till then.
. Cre. Good Night: I prithee come : Troilus, farewel; 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 of our Eye, dire&s our Mind. What Error leads, muft err : 0 then conclude, Minds sway'd by Eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit.
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more ; Unless she say, my Mind is now turn'd Whore.
Olyf. All's done, my Lord.
Troi. It is.
Vlys Why stay we then?
Troi. 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?
yet there is a credence in my Heart, An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert that test of Eyes and Ears;
As if those Organs had deceptious Fundions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Crellid here?
Ulys. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Troi. She was not sure.
Ulys. Most sure she was.
Troi. Why, my Negation hath no taste of Madness.
vlys. Nor mine, my Lord: Cressid was here but now.
Troi. Let it not be believ'd for Woman-hood:
Think we had Mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn Criticks, apt without a Theme
For depravation, to square the general Sex
By Cressid's Rule. Rather think this noi Cressid.
Vlys. What bach Me done, Prince, that can soil our Mo: thers?
Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own Eyes?
Troi. This she? no, this is Diomede's Cressid:
If Beauty have a Soul, this is not she:
If Souls guide Vows, if Vows are San&imony,
If San&imony be the Gods delight,
If there be Rule in Unity it self,
This is not the.' O madness of Discourse !
That Cause sets up, with and against thy self,
By foul Authority; where Realon 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,
yet the spacious breadth of this Division
Admits no Orifice for a point, as subtle
As Ariachne's broken woof, to enter ;
Instance, o instance ! strong as Pluto's Gates;
Crellid is mine, tied with the Bonds of Heav'n;
Instance, O instance ! strong as Heav'n it self;
The Bonds of Heav'n aré slipd, dissolv'd and loosd,
And with another Knot five finger'd tied:
The fractions of her Faith, orts of her Love,
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The fragments, scraps, the bics, and greasie Reliques,
Of her o'er-eaten Faith, are bound to Diomede.
Vlyf. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express?
Troi. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well.
In Characters, as red as Mars his Heart
I flam'd with Venus- never did
-never did young Man fancy
With 1o Eternal, and so fix'd a Soul-
Hark, Greek, as much as I do Cressida love,
So much by weight hate 1 her Diomede :
That Sleeve is mine, that he'll bear in his Helm :
Were it a Cask compos’d by Vulcan's Skill,
My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadful Spout,
Which Ship-men do the Hurricano call,
Constring'd in Mass by the Almighty Finger
Shall dizzy with more Clamour Neptune's Ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted Sword
Falling on Diomede.
Ther. He'll tickle it for his Concupy.
Troi. O Cresid! O false Cressid! false, false, false !
Let all Untruths stand by thy stained Name,
And they'll seem glorious.
Ulys. 'o contain your self :
Your Pallion draws Ears hither.
Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord:
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Ajax, your Guard, ftays to Conduct you home. .
Troi. Have with you, Prince ; my courteous Lord,
Farewel; revolted fair : and, Diomede,
Stand fast, and wear a Castle on thy Head.
Vlys. I'll bring you to the Gates.
Troi. Accept distracted Thanks.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses
. Ther. Would I could meet that Rogue Diomede, I would croak like a Raven: I would bode, I would bode: Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this