thout a theme
For defamation, to square all the sex
By Cressid's rule; rather think this not Cressida.

_Thers._ Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?

_Troil._ This she! no, this was Diomede's Cressida.
If beauty have a soul, this is not she:--
I cannot speak for rage;--that ring was mine:--
By heaven I gave it, in that point of time,
When both our joys were fullest!--If he keeps it,
Let dogs eat Troilus.

_Thers._ He'll tickle it for his concupy: this will be sport to see!
Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore; a
parrot will not do more for an almond, than he will for a commodious
drab:--I would I could meet with this rogue Diomede too: I would croak
like a raven to him; I would bode: it shall go hard but I'll find him
out. [_Exit_ THERSITES.

_Enter_ AENEAS.

_AEn._ I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.

_Ulys._ Commend me, gallant Troilus, to your brother:
Tell him, I hope he shall not need to arm;
The fair Polyxena has, by a letter,
Disarmed our great Achilles of his rage.

_Troil._ This I shall say to Hector.

_Ulys._ So I hope.
Pray heaven Thersites have informed me true!-- [_Aside._

_Troil._ Good night, my lord; accept distracted thanks!
[_Exit_ ULYSSES.

_Enter_ PANDARUS.

_Pand._ Hear ye, my lord, hear ye; I have been seeing yon poor girl.
There have been old doings there, i'faith.

_Troil._ [_Aside._]
Hold yet, my spirits: let him pour it in:
The poison's kind: the more I drink of it,
The sooner 'twill dispatch me.

_AEn._ to _Pand._ Peace, thou babbler!

_Pand._ She has been mightily made on by the Greeks: she takes most
wonderfully among 'em. Achilles kissed her, and Patroclus kissed her:
nay, and old Nestor put aside his grey beard, and brushed her with his
whiskers. Then comes me Agamemnon with his general's staff, diving
with a low bow even to the ground, and rising again, just at her lips:
and after him came Ulysses, and Ajax, and Menelaus: and they so pelted
her, i'faith, pitter patter, pitter patter, as thick as hail-stones.
And after that, a whole rout of 'em: never was a woman in Phrygia
better kissed.

_Troil._ [_Aside._] Hector said true: I find, I find it now!

_Pand._ And, last of all, comes me Diomede, so demurely: that's a
notable sly rogue, I warrant him! mercy upon us, h