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Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off :
You have not patience; comé. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee?
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?
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.
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.
Dio. Who was't?
No matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Tro. I did swear patience. · Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you
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.
.. 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:
Ay, come:-0 Jove!
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: