1    What, are you up here, ho? speak.

Within
2     Who calls?

3    Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter?

Within
4     She comes to you.

5    Stand where the torch may not discover us.

6    Cressid comes forth to him.

7    How now, my charge!

8    Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.

9    Yea, so familiar!

10   She will sing any man at first sight.

11   And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;
12   she's noted.

13   Will you remember?

14   Remember! yes.

15   Nay, but do, then;
16   And let your mind be coupled with your words.

17   What should she remember?

18   List.

19   Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.

20   Roguery!

21   Nay, then,--

22   I'll tell you what,--

23   Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn.

24   In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?

25   A juggling trick,--to be secretly open.

26   What did you swear you would bestow on me?

27   I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
28   Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

29   Good night.

30   Hold, patience!

31   How now, Trojan!

32   Diomed,--

33   No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.

34   Thy better must.

35   Hark, one word in your ear.

36   O plague and madness!

37   You are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
38   Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
39   To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
40   The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.

41   Behold, I pray you!

42   Nay, good my lord, go off:
43   You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.

44   I pray thee, stay.

45   You have not patience; come.

46   I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments
47   I will not speak a word!

48   And so, good night.

49   Nay, but you part in anger.

50   Doth that grieve thee?
51   O wither'd truth!

52   Why, how now, lord!

53   By Jove,
54   I will be patient.

55   Guardian!--why, Greek!

56   Foh, foh! adieu; you palter.

57   In faith, I do not: come hither once again.

58   You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
59   You will break out.

60   She strokes his cheek!

61   Come, come.

62   Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
63   There is between my will and all offences
64   A guard of patience: stay a little while.

65   How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
66   potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!

67   But will you, then?

68   In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.

69   Give me some token for the surety of it.

70   I'll fetch you one.

71   You have sworn patience.

72   Fear me not, sweet lord;
73   I will not be myself, nor have cognition
74   Of what I feel: I am all patience.

75   Now the pledge; now, now, now!

76   Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.

77   O beauty! where is thy faith?

78   My lord,--

79   I will be patient; outwardly I will.

80   You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
81   He loved me--O false wench!--Give't me again.

82   Whose was't?

83   It is no matter, now I have't again.
84   I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
85   I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.

86   Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone!

87   I shall have it.

88   What, this?

89   Ay, that.

90   O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
91   Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
92   Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
93   And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
94   As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
95   He that takes that doth take my heart withal.

96   I had your heart before, this follows it.

97   I did swear patience.

98   You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
99   I'll give you something else.

100  I will have this: whose was it?

101  It is no matter.

102  Come, tell me whose it was.

103  'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
104  But, now you have it, take it.

105  Whose was it?

106  By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
107  And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

108  To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
109  And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

110  Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
111  It should be challenged.

112  Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
113  I will not keep my word.

114  Why, then, farewell;
115  Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

116  You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
117  But it straight starts you.

118  I do not like this fooling.

119  Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best.

120  What, shall I come? the hour?

121  Ay, come:--O Jove!--do come:--I shall be plagued.

122  Farewell till then.

123  Good night: I prithee, come.
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124  Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee
125  But with my heart the other eye doth see.
126  Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
127  The error of our eye directs our mind:
128  What error leads must err; O, then conclude
129  Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

130  A proof of strength she could not publish more,
131  Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.'

132  All's done, my lord.

133  It is.

134  Why stay we, then?

135  To make a recordation to my soul
136  Of every syllable that here was spoke.
137  But if I tell how these two did co-act,
138  Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
139  Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
140  An esperance so obstinately strong,
141  That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears,
142  As if those organs had deceptious functions,
143  Created only to calumniate.
144  Was Cressid here?

145  I cannot conjure, Trojan.

146  She was not, sure.

147  Most sure she was.

148  Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

149  Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.

150  Let it not be believed for womanhood!
151  Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
152  To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,
153  For depravation, to square the general sex
154  By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid.

155  What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?

156  Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

157  Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?

158  This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
159  If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
160  If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
161  If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
162  If there be rule in unity itself,
163  This is not she. O madness of discourse,
164  That cause sets up with and against itself!
165  Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
166  Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
167  Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
168  Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
169  Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
170  Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
171  And yet the spacious breadth of this division
172  Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
173  As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
174  Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
175  Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
176  Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
177  The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
178  And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
179  The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
180  The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
181  Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

182  May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
183  With that which here his passion doth express?

184  Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
185  In characters as red as Mars his heart
186  Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy
187  With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
188  Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
189  So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
190  That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm;
191  Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,
192  My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout
193  Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
194  Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
195  Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
196  In his descent than shall my prompted sword
197  Falling on Diomed.

198  He'll tickle it for his concupy.

199  O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
200  Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
201  And they'll seem glorious.

202  O, contain yourself
203  Your passion draws ears hither.

204  I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
205  Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
206  Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

207  Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
208  Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed,
209  Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

210  I'll bring you to the gates.

211  Accept distracted thanks.

212  Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
213  croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
214  Patroclus will give me any thing for the
215  intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
216  do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
217  Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
218  else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!