2974Dio. What are you vp here ho? speake?

2975Chal. Who cals?

2976Dio. Diomed, Chalcas (I thinke) wher's you Daughter?

2977Chal. She comes to you.

2979Vlis. Stand where the Torch may not discouer vs.

2981Troy. Cressid comes forth to him.

2982Dio. How now my charge?

2983Cres. Now my sweet gardian: harke a word with you.

2984Troy. Yea, so familiar?

2985Vlis. She will sing any man at first sight.

2986Ther. And any man may finde her, if he can take her

2987life: she's noted.

2988Dio. Will you remember?

2989Cal. Remember? yes.

2990Dio. Nay, but doe then; and let your minde be cou-

2991pled with your words.

2992Troy. What should she remember?

2993Vlis. List?

2994Cres. Sweete hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly.

2995Ther. Roguery.

2996Dio. Nay then.

2997Cres. Ile tell you what.

2998Dio. Fo, fo, eome tell a pin, you are a forsworne.-----

2999Cres. In faith I cannot: what would you haue me do?

3000Ther. A iugling tricke, to be secretly open.

3001Dio. What did you sweare you would bestow on me?

3002Cres. I prethee do not hold me to mine oath,

3003Bid me doe not any thing but that sweete Greeke.

3004Dio. Good night.

3005Troy. Hold, patience.

3006Ulis. How now Troian?

3007Cres. Diomed.

3008Dio. No, no, good night: Ile be your foole no more.

3009Troy. Thy better must.

3010Cres. Harke one word in your eare.

3011Troy. O plague and madnesse!

3012Vlis. You are moued Prince, let vs depart I pray you,

3013Lest your displeasure should enlarge it selfe

3014To wrathfull tearmes: this place is dangerous;

3015The time right deadly: I beseech you goe.

3016Troy. Behold, I pray you.

3017Vlis. Nay, good my Lord goe off:

3018You flow to great distraction: come my Lord?

3019Troy. I pray thee stay?

3020Vlis. You haue not patience, come.

3021Troy. I pray you stay? by hell and hell torments,

3022I will not speake a word.

3023Dio. And so good night.

3024Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

3025Troy. Doth that grieue thee? O withered truth!

3026Ulis. Why, how now Lord?

3027Troy. By Ioue I will be patient.

3028Cres. Gardian? why Greeke?

3029Dio. Fo, fo, adew, you palter.

3030Cres. In faith I doe not: come hither once againe.

3031Vlis. You shake my Lord at something; will you goe?

3032you will breake out.

3033Troy. She stroakes his cheeke.

3034Vlis. Come, come.

3035Troy. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speake a word.

3036There is betweene my will, and all offences,

3037A guard of patience; stay a little while.

3038Ther. How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and

3039potato finger, tickles these together: frye lechery, frye.

3040Dio. But will you then?

3041Cres. In faith I will lo; neuer trust me else.

3042Dio. Giue me some token for the surety of it.

3043Cres. Ile fetch you one. Exit.

3044Vlis. You haue sworne patience.

3045Troy. Feare me not sweete Lord.

3046I will not be my selfe, nor haue cognition

3047Of what I feele: I am all patience. Enter Cressid.

3048Ther. Now the pledge, now, now, now.

3049Cres. Here Diomed, keepe this Sleeue.

3050Troy. O beautie! where is thy Faith?

3051Vlis. My Lord.

3052Troy. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

3053Cres. You looke vpon that Sleeue? behold it well:

3054He lou'd me: O false wench: giue't me againe.

3055Dio. Whose was't?

3056Cres. It is no matter now I haue't againe.

3057I will not meete with you to morrow night:

3058I prythee Diomed visite me no more.

3059Ther. Now she sharpens: well said Whetstone.

3060Dio. I shall haue it.

3061Cres. What, this?

3062Dio. I that.

3063Cres. O all you gods! O prettie, prettie pledge;

3064Thy Maister now lies thinking in his bed

3065Of thee and me, and sighes, and takes my Gloue,

3066And giues memoriall daintie kisses to it;

3067As I kisse thee.

3068Dio. Nay, doe not snatch it from me.

3069Cres. He that takes that, rakes my heart withall.

3070Dio. I had your heart before, this followes it.

3071Troy. I did sweare patience.

3072Cres. You shall not haue it Diomed; faith you shall not:

3073Ile giue you something else.

3074Dio. I will haue this: whose was it?

3075Cres. It is no matter.

3076Dio. Come tell me whose it was?

3077Cres. 'Twas one that lou'd me better then you will.

3078But now you haue it, take it.

3079Dio. Whose was it?

3080Cres. By all Dianas waiting women yond:

3081And by her selfe, I will not tell you whose.

3082Dio. To morrow will I weare it on my Helme,

3083And grieue his spirit that dares not challenge it.

3084Troy. Wert thou the diuell, and wor'st it on thy horne,

3085It should be challeng'd.

3086Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not:

3087I will not keepe my word.

3088Dio. Why then farewell,

3089Thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed againe.

3090Cres. You shall not goe: one cannot speake a word,

3091But it strait starts you.

3092Dio. I doe not like this fooling.

3093Ther. Nor I by Pluto: but that that likes not me, plea-

3094ses me best.

3095Dio. What shall I come? the houre.

3096Cres. I, come: O Ioue! doe, come: I shall be plagu'd.

3097Dio. Farewell till then. Exit.

3098Cres. Good night: I prythee come:

3099Troylus farewell; one eye yet lookes on thee;

3100But with my heart, the other eye, doth see.

3101Ah poore our sexe; this fault in vs I finde:

3102The errour of our eye, directs our minde.

3103What errour leads, must erre: O then conclude,

3104Mindes swai'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. Exit.

3105Ther. A proofe of strength she could not publish more;

3106Vnlesse she say, my minde is now turn'd whore.

3107Ulis. Al's done my Lord.

3108Troy. It is.

3109Vlis. Why stay we then?

3110Troy. To make a recordation to my soule

3111Of euery syllable that here was spoke:

3112But if I tell how these two did coact;

3113Shall I not lye, in publishing a truth?

3114Sith yet there is a credence in my heart:

3115An esperance so obstinately strong,

3116That doth inuert that test of eyes and eares;

3117As if those organs had deceptious functions,

3118Created onely to calumniate.

3119Was Cressed here?

3120Vlis. I cannot coniure Troian.

3121Troy. She was not sure.

3122Vlis. Most sure she was.

3123Troy. Why my negation hath no taste of madnesse?

3124Vlis. Nor mine my Lord: Cressid was here but now.

3125Troy. Let it not be beleeu'd for womanhood:

3126Thinke we had mothers; doe not giue aduantage

3127To stubborne Criticks, apt without a theame

3128For deprauation, to square the generall sex

3129By Cressids rule. Rather thinke this not Cressid.

3130Vlis. What hath she done Prince, that can soyle our

3131mothers?

3132Troy. Nothing at all, vnlesse that this were she.

3133Ther. Will he swagger himselfe out on's owne eyes?

3134Troy. This she? no, this is Diomids Cressida:

3135If beautie haue a soule, this is not she:

3136If soules guide vowes; if vowes are sanctimonie;

3137If sanctimonie be the gods delight:

3138If there be rule in vnitie it selfe,

3139This is not she: O madnesse of discourse!

3140That cause sets vp, with, and against thy selfe

3141By foule authoritie: where reason can reuolt

3142Without perdition, and losse assume all reason,

3143Without reuolt. This is, and is not Cressid:

3144Within my soule, there doth conduce a fight

3145Of this strange nature, that a thing inseperate,

3146Diuides more wider then the skie and earth:

3147And yet the spacious bredth of this diuision,

3148Admits no Orifex for a point as subtle,

3149As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter:

3150Instance, O instance! strong as Plutoes gates:

3151Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heauen;

3152Instance, O instance, strong as heauen it selfe:

3153The bonds of heauen are slipt, dissolu'd, and loos'd,

3154And with another knot fiue finger tied,

3155The fractions of her faith, orts of her loue:

3156The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greazie reliques,

3157Of her ore-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed

3158Vlis. May worthy Troylus be halfe attached

3159With that which here his passion doth expresse?

3160Troy. I Greeke: and that shall be divulged well

3161In Characters, as red as Mars his heart

3162Inflam'd with Uenus: neuer did yong man fancy

3163With so eternall, and so fixt a soule.

3164Harke Greek: as much I doe Cressida loue;

3165So much by weight, hate I her Diomed,

3166That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme:

3167Were it a Caske compos'd by Vulcans skill,

3168My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadfull spout,

3169Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call,

3170Constring'd in masse by the almighty Fenne,

3171Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare

3172In his discent; then shall my prompted sword,

3173Falling on Diomed.

3174Ther. Heele tickle it for his concupie.

3175Troy. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false:

3176Let all vntruths stand by thy stained name,

3177And theyle seeme glorious.

3178Vlis. O containe your selfe:

3179Your passion drawes eares hither.

3181AEne. I haue beene seeking you this houre my Lord:

3182Hector by this is arming him in Troy.

3183Aiax your Guard, staies to conduct you home.

3184Troy. Haue with you Prince: my curteous Lord adew:

3185Farewell reuolted faire: and Diomed,

3186Stand fast, and weare a Castle on thy head.

3187Vli. Ile bring you to the Gates.

3188Troy. Accept distracted thankes.

3190Ther. Would I could meete that roague Diomed, I

3191would croke like a Rauen: I would bode, I would bode:

3192Patroclus will giue me any thing for the intelligence of

3193this whore: the Parrot will not doe more for an Almond,

3194then he for a commodious drab: Lechery, lechery, still

3195warres and lechery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning

3196diuell take them.