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The Grecian Camp. Before Calchas' Tent.
 Enter DIOMEDES.

Diomedes    What, are you up here, ho? Speak!

Calchas    [Within.] Who calls?

Diomedes    Diomed. Calchas, I think? Where's your daughter?

Calchas    [Within.] She comes to you.

             Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, after them THERSITES.

Ulysses    [To TROILUS.] Stand where the torch may not discover us.
                                     [TROILUS and ULYSSES stand apart.

                      Enter CRESSIDA from the tent.

Troilus    Cressid comes forth to him.

Diomedes                                    How now, my charge?

Cressida    Now, my sweet guardian, hark, a word with you.
                                                [Whispers.
Troilus    Yea, so familiar?

Ulysses    She will sing any man at first sight.

Thersites    And any man may sing her if he can take her clef - she's
    noted.

Diomedes    Will you remember?

Cressida    Remember? Yes.

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

Troilus    What should she remember?

Ulysses    List.

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

Thersites    Roguery!

Diomedes    Nay then-

Cressida    I'll tell you what-

Diomedes    Fo, fo, come tell a pin; you are forsworn.

Cressida    In faith I cannot. What would you have me do?

Thersites    A juggling trick - to be secretly open.

Diomedes    What did you swear you would bestow on me?

Cressida    I prithee do not hold me to mine oath;
    Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek.

Diomedes    Good night.

Troilus    Hold, patience!

Ulysses    How now, Trojan?

Cressida    Diomed-

Diomedes    No, no, good night; I'll be your fool no more.

Troilus    Thy better must.

Cressida    Hark, one word in your ear.

Troilus    O plague and madness!

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

Troilus    Behold, I pray you.

Ulysses                            Nay, good my lord, go off;
    You flow to great distraction. Come, my lord.

Troilus    I pray thee stay.

Ulysses                        You have not patience; come.

Troilus    I pray you stay. By hell and all hell's torments,
    I will not speak a word!

Diomedes                                And so good night.

Cressida    Nay, but you part in anger.

Troilus                                Doth that grieve thee?
    O withered truth!

Ulysses                    Why, how now, lord?

Troilus                                        By Jove,
    I will be patient.

Cressida    Guardian! Why, Greek!

Diomedes                                Fo, fo, adieu; you palter.

Cressida    In faith I do not. Come hither once again.

Ulysses    You shake, my lord, at something. Will you go?
    You will break out.

Troilus                        She strokes his cheek.

Ulysses                                        Come, come.

Troilus    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.

Thersites    How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and potato finger,
    tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry.

Diomedes    But will you then?

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

Diomedes    Give me some token for the surety of it.

Cressida    I'll fetch you one.
                                                [Exit.
Ulysses    You have sworn patience.

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

                            Re-enter CRESSIDA.

Thersites    Now the pledge - now, now, now!

Cressida    Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
                                                [Gives the sleeve.
Troilus    O beauty, where is thy faith?

Ulysses    My lord!

Troilus    I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cressida    You look upon that sleeve; behold it well:
    He loved me - O false wench! - Give't me again.
                                                [Snatches back the sleeve.
Diomedes    Whose was't?

Cressida    It is no matter now I have't again.
    I will not meet with you tomorrow night.
    I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Thersites    Now she sharpens - well said, whetstone!

Diomedes    I shall have it.

Cressida    What, this?

Diomedes    Ay, that.

Cressida    O all you gods! O, pretty, pretty pledge;
    Thy master now lies thinking on his bed
    Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
    And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
    As I kiss thee.
                                                [DIOMEDES takes the sleeve.

Diomedes                        Nay, do not snatch it from me.

Cressida    He that takes that doth take my heart withal.

Diomedes    I had your heart before; this follows it.

Troilus    I did swear patience.

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

Diomedes    I will have this. Whose was it?

Cressida    It is no matter.

Diomedes                        Come, tell me whose it was.

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

Diomedes                                        Whose was it?

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

Diomedes    Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm,
    And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

Troilus    Wert thou the devil, and wor'st it on thy horn,
    It should be challenged.

Cressida    Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past - and yet it is not:
    I will not keep my word.

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

Cressida    You shall not go; one cannot speak a word
    But it straight starts you.

Diomedes                                    I do not like this fooling.

Troilus    Nor I, by Pluto; but that that likes not you
    Pleases me best.

Diomedes                        What, shall I come? The hour?

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

Diomedes    Farewell till then.

Cressida                            Good night; I prithee come.
                                                [Exit DIOMEDES.
    Troilus, farewell! One eye yet looks on thee,
    But with my heart the other eye doth see.
    Ah, poor our sex! - this fault in us I find:
    The error of our eye directs our mind.
    What error leads must err: O then conclude,
    Minds swayed by eyes are full of turpitude.
                                                [Exit.
Thersites    A proof of strength she could not publish more,
    Unless she say "My mind is now turned whore".
                                                [ULYSSES and TROILUS advance.
Ulysses    All's done, my lord.

Troilus                            It is.

Ulysses                                        Why stay we then?

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

Ulysses                            I cannot conjure, Trojan.

Troilus    She was not, sure.

Ulysses                            Most sure she was.

Troilus    Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

Ulysses    Nor mine, my lord - Cressid was here but now.

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

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

Troilus    Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

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

Troilus    This she? No, this is Diomed's Cressida.
    If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
    If souls guide vows, if vows are sanctimony,
    If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
    If there be rule in unity itself,
    This is not she. O madness of discourse,
    That cause sets up with and against thyself!
    Bifold authority, where reason can revolt
    Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
    Without revolt! This is, and is not, Cressid.
    Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
    Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
    Divides more wider than the sky and earth;
    And yet the spacious breadth of this division
    Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
    As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
    Instance - O instance! strong as Pluto's gates:
    Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven.
    Instance - O instance! strong as heaven itself:
    The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed;
    And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
    The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
    The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics
    Of her o'ereaten faith are bound to Diomed.

Ulysses    May worthy Troilus be half attached
    With that which here his passion doth express?

Troilus    Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulgd well
    In characters as red as Mars his heart
    Inflamed with Venus. Never did young man fancy
    With so eternal and so fixed a soul.
    Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
    So much by weight hate I her Diomed.
    That sleeve is mine that he'll bear in his helm;
    Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill
    My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout
    Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
    Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
    Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
    In his descent than shall my prompted sword
    Falling on Diomed.

Thersites    He'll tickle it for his concupy.

Troilus    O Cressid - O false Cressid! False, false, false!-
    Let all untruths stand by thy staind name,
    And they'll seem glorious.

Ulysses                                O, contain yourself;
    Your passion draws ears hither.

                              Enter AENEAS.

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

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

Ulysses    I'll bring you to the gates.

Troilus                                Accept distracted thanks.
                                                [Exeunt TROILUS, AENEAS
                                                and ULYSSES.

Thersites    Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a
    raven - I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me
    anything for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will
    not do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
    Lechery, lechery! Still wars and lechery! Nothing else holds
    fashion. A burning devil take them!
                                                [Exit.