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Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms; this place is dangerous ;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.

Tro. Behold, I pray you !

Now, good my lord, go off :
You flow to great destruction; come, my lord.
Tro. I pr’ythee, stay.

You have not patience; comé. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's

I will not speak a word.

And so, good night.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.

Doth that grieve thee?
O wither'd truth !
Ulyss. Why, how now, lord ?

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 go? You will break out. Tro.

She strokes his cheek! Ulyss.

Come, come. 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.
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.

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Cressida. O pretty pretty pledge

- ray do not match ii pom mi: Ho that takes that must take my honest withul.

Cres. I'll fetch you one.

[Exit. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro.

Fear me not, my lord ; I will not be myself, nor have cognition Of what I feel ; I am all patience.


Re-enter CRESSIDA.
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.s
Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith?

My lord,
Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.
He loved mė- 0 false wench Give't me again.

Dio. Who was't?

No matter, now I have't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night: .
I pr’ythee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I shall have it.

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;

8 keep this sleeve.] The custom of wearing a lady's sleeve for a favour, is of ancient date, but the sleeve given in the present instance was the sleeve of Troilus. It may be supposed to be an ornamented cuff, such, perhaps, as was worn by some of our young nobility at a tilt, in Shakspeare's age.

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, 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, si It should be challeng'd. :: :

Cres. Well, well, tis done, 'tis past;-And yet • . it is not;..' I will not keep my word.

Dio. r. . Why then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again, Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a

word, is 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:
Cres. ..

Ay, come:-0 Jove!
Do come :-I shall be plagu’d.

iin Farewell till then. Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come.

[Exit DIOMEDES. Troilus, farcwell! one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart the other eye doth see.

By all Diana's wailing-women yonder,] i. e. the stars which she points to:

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