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Achil. Come, come, enter my tent. [Exeunt ACHILLES, HECTOR, AJAX, and
NESTOR. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses : he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, 8 there will come some change ; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after... Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets ! [Exit.
The same. Before Calchas' Tent.
Dio. What are you up here, ho ? speak.
Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's your daughter?
Cal. [Within.] She comes to you.
Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance;
after them THERSITES. Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us,
Tro. Cressid come forth to him !
How now, my charge? Cres. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark! a word
[Whispers. 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; 9 she's noted. Dio. Will
Remember? yes. Dio.
Nay, but do then; And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Tro. What should she remember?
Ther. A juggling trick, to be—secretly open.
Cres. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
Dio. Good night.
Hold, patience! Ulyss.
How now, Trojan? Cres.
Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night : I'll be your fool nom re. Tro. Thy better must. Cres.
Hark! one word in your ear.
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off : You flow to great destruction; come, my
lord. Tro. I pr’ythee, stay. Ulyss.
You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee?
lord ? Tro.
By Jove, I will be patient. Cres.
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 will break out.
She strokes his cheek!
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then ?
Fear me not, my lord ;
Ther. Now the pledge ; now, now, now!
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.
No matter, now I hav't again.
I pr’ythee, Diomed, visit me no more.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
shall not ;
I'll give you something else,
Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
"Tis no matter. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you
will. But, now you have it, take it. Dio.
Whose was it? Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,3 And by herself, I will not tell you
whose. Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor’st it on thy
horn, It should be challeng'd.
3 The stars.