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Troilus and Cressida: Act 5, Scene 2

Troilus and Cressida
Act 5, Scene 2

The Grecian camp. Before Calchas’s tent.

  1. Enter Diomedes.

Diomedes

2
  1. What, are you up here, ho? Speak!

Calchas

3 - 4
  1. Within.
  2. Who calls?

Diomedes

5
  1. Diomed. Calchas, I think. Where’s your daughter?

Calchas

6 - 7
  1. Within.
  2. She comes to you.
  1. Enter Troilus and Ulysses at a distance; after them,
  2. Thersites.

Ulysses

10
  1. Stand where the torch may not discover us.
  1. Enter Cressida.

Troilus

12
  1. Cressid comes forth to him.

Diomedes

13
  1.                             How now, my charge?

Cressida

14
  1. Now, my sweet guardian, hark, a word with you.
  1. Whispers.

Troilus

16
  1. Yea, so familiar?

Ulysses

17
  1. She will sing any man at first sight.

Thersites

18 - 19
  1. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she’s
  2. noted.

Diomedes

20
  1. Will you remember?

Cressida

21
  1. Remember? Yes.

Diomedes

22 - 23
  1. Nay, but do then,
  2. And let your mind be coupled with your words.

Troilus

24
  1. What shall she remember?

Ulysses

25
  1. List!

Cressida

26
  1. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.

Thersites

27
  1. Roguery!

Diomedes

28
  1. Nay then

Cressida

29
  1. I’ll tell you what

Diomedes

30
  1. Fo, fo, come, tell a pin. You are forsworn.

Cressida

31
  1. In faith, I cannot. What would you have me do?

Thersites

32
  1. A juggling trickto be secretly open.

Diomedes

33
  1. What did you swear you would bestow on me?

Cressida

34 - 35
  1. I prithee do not hold me to mine oath,
  2. Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.

Diomedes

36
  1. Good night.

Troilus

37
  1. Hold, patience.

Ulysses

38
  1. How now, Troyan?

Cressida

39
  1. Diomed

Diomedes

40
  1. No, no, good night, I’ll be your fool no more.

Troilus

41
  1. Thy better must.

Cressida

42
  1. Hark a word in your ear.

Troilus

43
  1. O plague and madness!

Ulysses

44 - 47
  1. You are moved, Prince, let us depart, I pray,
  2. Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
  3. To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous,
  4. The time right deadly. I beseech you go.

Troilus

48
  1. Behold, I pray you.

Ulysses

49 - 50
  1.                     Now, good my lord, go off;
  2. You flow to great distraction. Come, my lord.

Troilus

51
  1. I prithee stay.

Ulysses

52
  1.                 You have not patience, come.

Troilus

53 - 54
  1. I pray you stay. By hell and all hell’s torments,
  2. I will not speak a word.

Diomedes

55
  1.                          And so good night.

Cressida

56
  1. Nay, but you part in anger.

Troilus

57 - 58
  1.                             Doth that grieve thee?
  2. O withered truth!

Ulysses

59
  1.                   How now, my lord?

Troilus

60 - 61
  1.                   By Jove
  2. I will be patient.

Cressida

62
  1.                    Guardian! Why, Greek!

Diomedes

63
  1. Fo, fo, adieu, you palter.

Cressida

64
  1. In faith, I do not. Come hither once again.

Ulysses

65 - 66
  1. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?
  2. You will break out.

Troilus

67
  1.                     She strokes his cheek.

Ulysses

68
  1.                        Come, come.

Troilus

69 - 71
  1. Nay, stay; by Jove I will not speak a word.
  2. There is between my will and all offenses
  3. A guard of patience. Stay a little while.

Thersites

72 - 73
  1. How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and potato finger,
  2. tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!

Diomedes

74
  1. But will you then?

Cressida

75
  1. In faith I will lo, never trust me else.

Diomedes

76
  1. Give me some token for the surety of it.

Cressida

77
  1. I’ll fetch you one.
  1. Exit.

Ulysses

79
  1. You have sworn patience.

Troilus

80 - 82
  1.                          Fear me not, my lord.
  2. I will not be myself, nor have cognition
  3. Of what I feel; I am all patience.
  1. Enter Cressida.

Thersites

84
  1. Now the pledge, now, now, now!

Cressida

85
  1. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.

Troilus

86
  1. O beauty, where is thy faith?

Ulysses

87
  1.                               My lord

Troilus

88
  1. I will be patient, outwardly I will.

Cressida

89 - 90
  1. You look upon that sleeve, behold it well.
  2. He lov’d meO false wench!—Give’t me again.

Diomedes

91
  1. Whose was’t?

Cressida

92 - 94
  1. It is no matter now I ha’t again.
  2. I will not meet with you tomorrow night.
  3. I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Thersites

95
  1. Now she sharpens. Well said, whetstone!

Diomedes

96
  1. I shall have it.

Cressida

97
  1.                  What, this?

Diomedes

98
  1.             Ay, that.

Cressida

99 - 104
  1. O all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
  2. Thy master now lies thinking on his bed
  3. Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
  4. And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
  5. As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me.
  6. He that takes that doth take my heart withal.

Diomedes

105
  1. I had your heart before, this follows it.

Troilus

106
  1. I did swear patience.

Cressida

107 - 108
  1. You shall not have it, Diomed, faith, you shall not.
  2. I’ll give you something else.

Diomedes

109
  1. I will have this. Whose was it?

Cressida

110
  1.                                 It is no matter.

Diomedes

111
  1. Come, tell me whose it was.

Cressida

112 - 113
  1. ’Twas one’s that lov’d me better than you will.
  2. But now you have it, take it.

Diomedes

114
  1.                               Whose was it?

Cressida

115 - 116
  1. By all Diana’s waiting-women yond,
  2. And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Diomedes

117 - 118
  1. Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm,
  2. And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

Troilus

119 - 120
  1. Wert thou the devil, and wor’st it on thy horn,
  2. It should be challeng’d.

Cressida

121 - 122
  1. Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past. And yet it is not;
  2. I will not keep my word.

Diomedes

123 - 124
  1.                          Why then farewell,
  2. Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

Cressida

125 - 126
  1. You shall not go. One cannot speak a word
  2. But it straight starts you.

Diomedes

127
  1.                             I do not like this fooling.

Thersites

128 - 129
  1. Nor I, by Pluto; but that that likes not you pleases me
  2. best.

Diomedes

130
  1. What, shall I come? The hour

Cressida

131
  1. Ay, comeO Jove!—do come.—I shall be plagued.

Diomedes

132
  1. Farewell till then.

Cressida

133 - 140
  1.                     Good night. I prithee come.
  2. Exit Diomedes.
  3. Troilus, farewell! One eye yet looks on thee,
  4. But with my heart the other eye doth see.
  5. Ah, poor our sex! This fault in us I find,
  6. The error of our eye directs our mind.
  7. What error leads must err; O then conclude,
  8. Minds sway’d by eyes are full of turpitude.
  1. Exit.

Thersites

142 - 143
  1. A proof of strength she could not publish more,
  2. Unless she said, My mind is now turn’d whore.”

Ulysses

144
  1. All’s done, my lord.

Troilus

145
  1.                      It is.

Ulysses

146
  1.        Why stay we then?

Troilus

147 - 156
  1. To make a recordation to my soul
  2. Of every syllable that here was spoke.
  3. But if I tell how these two did co-act,
  4. Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
  5. Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
  6. An esperance so obstinately strong,
  7. That doth invert th’ attest of eyes and ears,
  8. As if those organs had deceptious functions,
  9. Created only to calumniate.
  10. Was Cressid here?

Ulysses

157
  1.                   I cannot conjure, Troyan.

Troilus

158
  1. She was not, sure.

Ulysses

159
  1.                    Most sure she was.

Troilus

160
  1. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.

Ulysses

161
  1. Nor mine, my lord; Cressid was here but now.

Troilus

162 - 166
  1. Let it not be believ’d for womanhood!
  2. Think we had mothers, do not give advantage
  3. To stubborn critics, apt without a theme
  4. For depravation, to square the general sex
  5. By Cressid’s rule. Rather think this not Cressid.

Ulysses

167
  1. What hath she done, Prince, that can soil our mothers?

Troilus

168
  1. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.

Thersites

169
  1. Will ’a swagger himself out on ’s own eyes?

Troilus

170 - 193
  1. This she? No, this is Diomed’s Cressida.
  2. If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
  3. If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
  4. If sanctimony be the gods’ delight,
  5. If there be rule in unity itself,
  6. This was not she. O madness of discourse,
  7. That cause sets up with and against itself!
  8. Bi-fold authority, where reason can revolt
  9. Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
  10. Without revolt. This is, and is not, Cressid!
  11. Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
  12. Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
  13. Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
  14. And yet the spacious breadth of this division
  15. Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
  16. As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.
  17. Instance, O instance, strong as Pluto’s gates,
  18. Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven;
  19. Instance, O instance, strong as heaven itself,
  20. The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolv’d, and loos’d,
  21. And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
  22. The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
  23. The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
  24. Of her o’er-eaten faith, are given to Diomed.

Ulysses

194 - 195
  1. May worthy Troilus be half attached
  2. With that which here his passion doth express?

Troilus

196 - 209
  1. Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulged well
  2. In characters as red as Mars his heart
  3. Inflam’d with Venus. Never did young man fancy
  4. With so eternal and so fix’d a soul.
  5. Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
  6. So much by weight hate I her Diomed.
  7. That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear on his helm.
  8. Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan’s skill,
  9. My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout
  10. Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
  11. Constring’d in mass by the almighty sun,
  12. Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune’s ear,
  13. In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
  14. Falling on Diomed.

Thersites

210
  1. He’ll tickle it for his concupy.

Troilus

211 - 213
  1. O Cressid! O false Cressid! False, false, false!
  2. Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
  3. And they’ll seem glorious.

Ulysses

214 - 215
  1.                            O, contain yourself;
  2. Your passion draws ears hither.
  1. Enter Aeneas.

Aeneas

217 - 219
  1. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.
  2. Hector by this is arming him in Troy;
  3. Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.

Troilus

220 - 222
  1. Have with you, Prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
  2. Farewell, revolted fair! And, Diomed,
  3. Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!

Ulysses

223
  1. I’ll bring you to the gates.

Troilus

224
  1. Accept distracted thanks.
  1. Exeunt Troilus, Aeneas, and Ulysses.

Thersites

226 - 231
  1. Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a
  2. raven, I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me
  3. any thing for the intelligence of this whore. The parrot
  4. will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious
  5. drab. Lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery, nothing else
  6. holds fashion. A burning devil take them!
  1. Exit.
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