Before Calchas' tent. Enter DIOMEDES DIOMEDES What, are you up here, ho? speak. CALCHAS [Within] Who calls? DIOMEDES Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter? CALCHAS [Within] She comes to you.
Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after them, THERSITES ULYSSES Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Enter CRESSIDA 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 cliff; 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 Foh, foh! 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 any thing 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 wither'd truth! ULYSSES Why, how now, lord! TROILUS By Jove, I will be patient. CRESSIDA Guardian!--why, Greek! 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 challenged. CRESSIDA Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
I will not keep my word. DIOMEDES Why, then, farewell;