Achil. Come, come, enter my tent. [Exeunt ACHILLES, HECTOR, AJAX, and NESTOR. 8 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, 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. SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' Tent. Enter DIOMEDes. Dio. What are you up here, ho? speak. Cal. [Within.] Who calls? 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. Enter CRESSIDA. Tro. Cressid come forth to him! Dio. How now, my charge? Cres. Now, my sweet guardian!-Hark! a word with you. Tro. Yea, so familiar! [Whispers. Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight. Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she's noted. Dio. Will you remember? Cres. Dio. Remember? yes. Nay, but do then; And let your mind be coupled with your words. Tro. What should she remember? Ulyss. List! Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Ther. Roguery! Dio. Nay, then,— Cres. I'll tell you what: Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are for sworn.-END Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do? Ther. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me?. Cres. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Dio. Good night. 9 Key. Tro. Ulyss. Cres. Hold, patience! How now, Trojan? Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Tro. Thy better must. Cres. Hark! one word in your ear. Tro. O plague and madness! Ulyss. You are mov'd, prince; let us depart, I pray you, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself Ulyss. You flow to great destruction; come, my lord. Now, good my lord, go off: You have not patience; come. Tro. I pr'ythee, stay. Ulyss. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tor Guardian !-why, Greek! Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.' Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. * Shuffle. : Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will Tro. 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 potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry! Dio. But will you then? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. I will not be myself, nor have cognition* Re-enter CRESSIDA. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith? Ulyss. My lord, Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.— -O false wench!-Giv't me again. He loved me Dio. Who was't? Cres. No matter, now I hav't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night: 2 Knowledge. I pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens;-Well said, whetstone. Cres. Dio. What, this? Ay, that. Cres. O, all you Gods!-O pretty pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me; He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not; I'll give you something else, Dio. I will have this; Whose was it? Cres. Dio. Come, tell me whose it was. "Tis no matter. 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. |