Troi. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cre. Guardian. Why, Greek.

Dio. Pho, pho, adieu!. You palter.

Cre. In faith, I do not.

Come hither once again.

Ulys. You shake, my Lord, at fomething. Will you

go?

You will break out.

Troi. She strokes his cheek.

Ulyf. Come, come.

Troi. Nay, ftay. 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 thefe together! Fry, letchery, fry!

Dio. But will you then?

Cre. In faith, I will, lo; never truft me else.

Dio. Give me fome token for the furety of it.
Cre. I'll fetch you one,

Ulys. You have fworn patience.

Troi. Fear me nor, fweet Lord.

I will not be myself, nor have cognition

Of what I feel. I am all patience.

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now.
Cre. Here, Diomede, keep this sleeve.
Troi. O beauty! where's thy faith?

Ulyf. My Lord,

[Exit.

Troi. I will be patient. Outwardly, I will. Cre. You look upon that fleeve. Behold it well.He lov'd me.-O falfe wench!-Giv't me again. Dio. Whofe was't?

Cre. It is no matter, now I hav't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night.
I pry'thee, Diomede, vifit me no more.

Ther. Now fhe fharpens. Well faid, whetstone:
Dios I fhall have it.

Cre. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.

Cre. O, all ye gods !-O pretty, pretty pledge; Thy mafter now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and fighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kiffes to it:

2 As I kifs thee.

[Diomede fnatches the fleeve.

Nay, do not fnatch it from me:

He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Troi. I did fwear patience.

Cré. You fhall not have it, Diomede; faith, you fhall not,

I'll give you fomething else.

Dio. I will have this. Whose was it?

Cre. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was ?

Cre. 'Twas one that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whofe was it?

3

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 wor'ft it on thy horn, It should be challeng❜d.

Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft; and yet it is not. I will not keep my word.

Dio. Why then, farewel.

Thou never fhalt mock Diomede again.

Cre. You shall not go.-One cannot speak a word, But it ftraight ftarts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto. But that that likes not you, pleases me best,

Dio. What, fhall I come? The hour?

Cre. Ay, come:

I fhall be plagu❜d.

Dio. Farewel 'till then.

Jove! Do.

Come.

[Exit.

Cre. Good night. I pry'thee, come.
Troilus, farewel; one eye yet looks on thee,
+ But with my heart the other eye doth fee.
Ah, poor our fex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind."
What error leads, muft err; O then conclude,
Minds fway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

[Exit.

Ther. A proof of ftrength fhe could not publish

more;

Unless the fay, my mind is now turn'd whore.

Ulyf. All's done, my Lord.

Troi. It is.

Ulyf. Why ftay we then?

Troi. To make a recordation to my foul,
Of every fyllable that here was fpoke.
But if I tell how thefe two did co-act,
Shall I not lye in publishing a truth?

4 But with my heart, &c.] I
think it should be read thus,
But my heart with the other
eye doth fee.

$ A proof of ftrength she could

not publish more;] She could not publish a stronger proof.

1

Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obftinately ftrong,

• That doth invert th' atteft of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

Was Crefid here ?

Ulyf. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Troi. She was not, fure.

Ulys. Moft fure, she was.

Troi. Why my negation hath no tafte of madness. Ulyf. Nor mine, my Lord. Creffid was here but now, Troi. Let it not be believ'd, for woman-hood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To ftubborn criticks, apt, without a theme For depravation, to fquare the general sex By Creffid's rule. Rather think this not Creffid. Ulyf. What hath the done, Prince, that can foil our mothers?

Troi. Nothing at all, unless that this was fhe.
Ther. Will he fwagger himself out of his own eyes?
Troi. This he? no, this is Diomedes's Creffida.
If beauty have a foul, this is not fhe:

If fouls guide vows, if vows be fanctimony,
If fanctimony be the God's delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This is not fhe. O madnefs of difcourfe!

That caufe fet'ft up with and against thyself!
2 Bi-fold authority! 3 where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and lofs affume all reason
Without revolt. This is, and is not, Creffid.
Within my foul there doth commence a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeparate
Divides far wider than the fky and earth;
And yet the fpacious breadth of this divifion
Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
As flight Arachne's broken woof to enter.
Inftance, O inftance, flrong as Pluto's gates !
Crefid is mine, tied with the bonds of heav'ns;
Inftance, O inftance, ftrong as heav'n itself!
The bonds of heav'n are flip'd, diffolv'd and loos'd:
And with another knot five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

By foul authority!

There is madness in that difqui
fition in which a man reafons at
once for and against himself upon
authority which he knows not to
be valid. The quarto is right.
3 where reafon can revolt
Without perdition, and lefs af-
·Sume all reafon

Without revolt.] A miferable expreffion of a quaint thought, That to be unreasonable in love is reasonable; and to be reasonable, unreasonable. Perdition and lofs are both used in the very fame fenfe, and that an odd one, to fignify unreasonableness.

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