ark, a word with you. [_Whisper._

_Troil._ Ay, so familiar!

_Diom._ Will you remember?

_Cres._ Remember? yes.

_Troil._ Heavens, what should she remember! Plague and madness!

_Ulys._ Prince, you are moved: let us depart in time,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
The time unlit: beseech you, let us go.

_Troil._ I pray you stay; by hell, and by hell's torments, I will not
speak a word.

_Diom._ I'll hear no more: good night.

_Cres._ Nay, but you part in anger!

_Troil._ Does that grieve thee? O withered truth!

_Diom._ Farewell, cozener.

_Cres._ Indeed I am not: pray, come back again.

_Ulys._ You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
You will break out.

_Troil._ By all the gods I will not.
There is, between my will and all my actions,
A guard of patience: stay a little while.

_Thers._ [_aside._] How the devil luxury, with his fat rump, and
potato-finger, tickles these together!--Put him off a little, you
foolish harlot! 'twill sharpen him the more.

_Diom._ But will you then?

_Cres._ I will, as soon as e'er the war's concluded.

_Diom_ Give me some token, for the surety of it;
The ring I saw you wear.

_Cres._ [_Giving it._] If you must have it.

_Troil._ The ring? nay, then, 'tis plain! O beauty, where's thy faith!

_Ulys._ You have sworn patience.

_Thers._ That's well, that's well, the pledge is given; hold her to
her word, good devil, and her soul's thine, I warrant thee.

_Diom._ Whose was't?

_Cres._ By all Diana's waiting train of stars,
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

_Diom._ Why then thou lov'st him still: farewell for ever:
Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.

_Cres._ You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
But straight it starts you.

_Diom._ I do not like this fooling.

_Thers._ Nor I, by Pluto: but that, which likes not you, pleases me
best.

_Diom._ I shall expect your promise.

_Cres._ I'll perform it.
Not a word more, good night--I hope for ever:
Thus to deceive deceivers is no fraud. [_Aside._
[_Exeunt_ DIOMEDE _and_ CRESSIDA _severally._

_Ulys._ All's done, my lord.

_Troil_ Is it?

_Ulys._ Pray let us go.

_Troil._ Was Cressida here?

_Ulys._ I cannot conjure, Trojan.

_Troil._ She was not, sure! she was not;
Let it not be believed, for womanhood:
Think we had mothers, do not give advantage
To biting satire, apt wi