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Men. Good-night, my lord.
Ther. Sweet draught-sweet, quoth a “sweet fink, sweet sewer. Achil. Good-night, and welcome, both at once, to
those That go or tarry.
Achil. Old Nestor tarries, and you too, Diomede, Keep Heelor
company an hour or two. Dio. I cannot, lord, I have important business, The tide whereof is now ; good-night, great Hector.
Heat. Give me your hand.
Ulyd. Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent: I'll keep you company.
Ther. That same Diomede's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave: I will no more truft 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 foretel it, that it is prodigious, there will come some change: the Sun borrows of the Moon, when Diomede keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hektor, than not to dog him : they fay, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas his tent. I'll afier-- Nothing but lechery; all incontinent varlets. Exeunt.
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Changes to Calchas's Tent.
Cal. Who calls ? Dio. Diomede; Calchas I think; where's your daughter?
Cal. She comes to you.
Enter Troilus and Ulysses, after them Thersites. Ulys. Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Enter Cressida. Troi. Cressid come forth to him? Dio. How now, my charge? Cre. Now, my sweet guardian; hark, a word with you.
[Whispers. Troi. Yea, fo familiar? Ulys. She will fing to any man at first fight.
Ther. And any man mayling to her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted.
Dio. Will you remember?
Dio. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words.
Iroi. What should she remember?
you would beltow on me? Cre. I pr’thee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. Dio. Good-night. Troi. Hold, patienceUlys. How now, Trojan ? Cre. Diomede, Dio. No, no, good-night : I'll be your fool no
Troi. Thy Better must.
Troi. Behold, I pray you
Un Good my lord, go off.
Troi. I prythee, Aay.
Dio. And so, good-night.
Troi. She strokes his cheek..
Troi. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word.
Ther. How the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles these together! fry, lechery,
Dio. But will
then ? Cré. In faith, I will, la ; never trust me else. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one..
Troi. Fear me not, sweet lord,
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Re-enter Crellida. Ther.
the pledge; , now
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this sleeve. :
Cre. You look upon that sleeve ; behold it will:He lov'd me:-0 false wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Whose was't?
Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night:i I pr’ythee, Diomede, visi me no more. Ther. Now she sharpens : well said, Whetstone. Dio. I shall have it. Cre. What, this? Dio. Ay, that.
Cre. 0, all ye Gods O pretty, pretty pledge; Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty killes to it: As I kiss thee.
[ Diomedes (natches the sleeve. 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.
Dio. I will have this: whole was it ?
Dio. Come, tell we whose it was ?
Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.
Dio. Whose was it?
Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his fpirit, that dares not challenge it: Troi. Wert thou the Devil, and worst it on thy
horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it
is nota I will not keep my word. - Dio. Why then, farewel. Thou never Malt mock Diomede again. Gre. You shall not go; one cannot speak a
word, But it straight starts you.
Dio. I do not like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes not you, pleases me best.
Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?
Cre. Ay, come: O Jove! do, come :-
our mind. What error leads, must err: 0 then conclude, Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. (Exit.
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more ; Unless she say, my mind is now turn'd whore.