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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 elle.
Dio. Give me some token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one.
[Exit. Olyf. 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?
Ulys. 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. Whofe 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 fighs, and takes my Glove;
And gives memorial dainty Killes to it:
As I kiss thee.
Dio. Nay, do not fnatch it from me.
Cre. He that takes that, takes my Heart withal
. Dio. I had your Heart before, this follows it. Troi. I did swear Patience.
Cre. You shall not have it, 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. Whole was it?
Gre. By all Diana's Waiting-women yonders And by her self, I will not tell you whofe.
Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his Spirit that dares not challenge it.
Trei. Wert thou the Devil, and worst, it on thy Horn, It should be challeng'd.
Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not
I will not keep my word,
Dio. Why then farewel,
Thou never shale mock Diomede again.
Cre. You shall not go; -- one capnor speak a word,
But it straight starts you,
Dio. I do not like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : But that that likes not me, pleases me best.
Dio. What, shall I come ? the hour.
Cre, Ay, come:--- 0 Fovel-do, come:--- I shall be plagud;
Dio. Farewel 'till then.
Cre. Good Night: I prithee come :
Troilus, farewel ; one Eye yet looks on thee,
But with my Heart, the other Eyes doth see
Ah poor our Sex; this fault in us I find,
The error of our Eye, direas our Mind.
What Error leads, must err : 0 then conclude,
Minds Sway'd by Eyes, are full of turpitude. [[
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more;
Unless the lay, my Mind is now turn'd Whore,
Olys. All's done, my Lord.
Troi. It is.
Ulys. 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-a&,
Shall I not lie in publishing a Truth?
That doth invert that test of Eyes and Ears 3
As if those Organs had deceptious Fun&ions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cresid here :
Ulys. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Troi. She was not sure.
Uhs. Moft sure she was.
Troi. Why, my Negation hath no taste of Madness.
Ulys. Nor mine, my Lord : Crellid 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 Cresid's Rule. Rather think this not Crellid.
Ulyf. What hath she done, Prince, that can soil our Moa 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 fhe :
If Souls, guide Vows, if Vows are San&imony,
If San&imony be the Gods delight,
If there be Rule in Uniry it self,
This is not she. O madness of Discourse !
That Cause sets up, with and against thy self,
By foul Authority; where Realon can revolt
Without Perdition, and Lofs assume all Reason
Without Revolt. This is, and is not Cressid.
Within my Sout, 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;
Inftance, o instance I strong as Pluto's Gates ;
Gressid is mine, tied with the Bonds of Heav'n;
Instance, o instance I strong as Heav’n it felf;
The Bonds of Heav'n are flip'd, dissolv'd and loosd;
And with another Knot five finger'd tied :
The fra&ions of her faith, orts of her Loves
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greafie Reliques,
Of her o'er-eaten Faith, are bound to Diomede.
Ulys. 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
Liflam'd with Venus-
With so Eternal, and so fix'd a Soul-
Hak, Greek, as much as I do Grellida 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,
Constrirg'd in Mass by the Almighty Finger
Shall dizzy with more Clamour Neptune's Ear
In his decent, than shall my prompted Swd
Falling on Diomede.
Ther. He'll tickle it for his Concupy:
Troi. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
Let all Untruths stand by thy stained Name,
And they'll seem glorious.
vlys. O contain your self: Your Paffion draws Ears hither.
Æne. I have been seeking you this hour, my Lord:
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Ajax, your Guard, stays to conduá you home.
Troi. Have with you, Prince ; my courteous Lord,
Farewel; revolted fair: and, Diomede,
Stand fal, and wear a Castle on thy Head.
Vlys. I'll bring you to the Gates. 7 roi. 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: 'Patroslus 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: Lerchery, Letchery, still Wars and Letchery, nothing else holds falhion. A burning Devil take them.
Enter Hector and Andromache.
And. When was my Lord so much ungently temper'd, To stop his Ears against admonishmenz? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to day.
Het. You train me to offend you; get you gone. By the everlasting Gods, I'll go. Andr. My Dreams will sure prove cminous to the day. Hect, No more, I say.
Caf. Where is my Brother Hector ?
Andr. Here Sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent:
Confort with me in loud and dear Pecition;
Pursue we him on Knees; for I have dreamt
of bloody turbulence; and this whole night
Hath nothing been but fhapes and forms of Slaughter.
Caf. O, 'tis true.
Hekt. Ho! bid my Trumpet found.
Caf. No Notes of fally, for the Heav'ns, sweet Brother.
Hect. Be gone, I say: The Gods have heard me (wear.
Caf. The Gods are deaf to hot and peevich Vows;
They are polluted Offerings, more abhorr'd
Than spotted Livers in the Sacrifice.
Andr. O, bę perswaded, do not count it holy,
To hurt by being just; it were as lawful
For us to count we give what's gaia'd by Thefts,
And rob in the behalf of Charity.
Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the Vow;
But Vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm, sweet Hečtor.
Hect. Hold you still
, I lay;
Mine Honour keeps the weather of my Fate ;