Act 5, Scene II - Page 2

DIOMEDES
Foh, foh! 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.

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.

DIOMEDES
Whose was't?

CRESSIDA
It is no matter, now I have't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow 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 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 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's 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
To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

TROILUS
Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
It should be