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  • Title: Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
  • Editor: William Godshalk

    • ISBN: 1-55058-301-8

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: William Godshalk
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    Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)

    of Troylus and Cresseida.
    A guard of patience, stay a little while.
    Ther: How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and po-
    tato finger, tickles together; frye lechery frye.
    3040Dio: Will you then?
    Cres: In faith I will lo, neuer trust me else.
    Dio: Giue me some token for the surety of it.
    Cres: Ile fetch you one. Exit.
    Vlis: You haue sworne patience:
    3045Troy: Feare me not my Lord.
    I will not be my selfe, nor haue cognition
    Of what I feele, I am all patience: Enter Cress.
    Ther: Now the pledge, now, now, now.
    Cres: Heere Diomed keepe this sleeue.
    3050Troy: O beauty where is thy faith!
    Vlis: My Lord.
    Troy: You looke vpon that sleeue behold it well,
    Hee loue,d me (oh false wench) giu't me againe:
    3055Dio: Whose wast?
    Cres: It is no matter now I ha't againe.
    I will not meete with you to morrow night:
    I prethee Diomed visite me no more.
    Ther: Now shee sharpens, well said Whetstone.
    3060Dio: I shall haue it.
    Cres: What this? Dio: I that.
    Cres: O all you gods; O pretty pretty pledge!
    Thy maister now lyes thinking on his bed
    3065Of thee and mee, and sighes, and takes my gloue,
    And giues memoriall dainty kisses to it, as I kisse thee.
    Dio: Nay do not snatch it from me.
    Cres: He that takes that doth take my heart withall.
    3070Dio: I had your heart before, this followes it.
    Troy: I did sweare patience.
    You shall not haue it Diomed, faith you shall not,
    Ile giue you something else.
    Dio: I will haue this, whose was it?
    3075Cres: It is no matter.
    Dio. Come tell me whose it was?
    Cres. Twas on's that lou'd me better then you will,
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