Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Dio. What are you vp here ho? speake?2
Chal. Who cals?Critical Apparatus3
Dio. Diomed, Chalcas (I thinke) wher's [your] Daughter?4
Chal. She comes to you.Enter Troylus and Vlisses.pg 3531 5
Vlis. Stand where the Torch may not discouer vs.Enter Cressid.6
Troy. Cressid comes forth to him.
Dio. How now my charge?Critical Apparatus7
Cres. Now my sweet gardian: harke a word with you.8
Troy. Yea, so familiar?9
Vlis. She will sing any man at first sight.Critical Apparatus10
Ther. And any man may [singe] her, if he can take her [clife]: 11she's noted.12
Dio. Will you remember?Critical Apparatus13
[Cres.] Remember? yes.14
Dio. Nay, but doe then; and let your minde be coupled with your 15words.Critical Apparatus16
Troy. What should she remember?17
Cres. Sweete hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly.19
Dio. Nay then.21
Cres. Ile tell you what.Critical Apparatus22
Dio. Fo, fo, [come] tell a pin, you are a forsworne.———23
Cres. In faith I cannot: what would you haue me do?24
Ther. A iugling tricke, to be secretly open.25
Dio. What did you sweare you would bestow on me?26
Cres. I prethee do not hold me to mine oath,
Critical Apparatus27Bid me doe [but] any thing but that sweete Greeke.2¶5r Link 28
Dio. Good night.
Troy. Hold, patience.
Vlis. How now Troian?
Dio. No, no, good night: Ile be your foole no more.30
Troy. Thy better must.Critical Apparatus31
Cres. Harke one word in your eare.32
Troy. O plague and madnesse!Critical Apparatus33
Vlis. You are moued Prince, let vs depart I pray you,
34Lest your displeasure should enlarge it selfe
35To wrathfull tearmes: this place is dangerous;
36The time right deadly: I beseech you goe.Critical Apparatus37
Troy. Behold, I pray you.
Vlis. Nay, good my Lord goe off:
Critical Apparatus38You flow to great distraction: come my Lord?39
Troy. I pray thee stay?
Vlis. You haue not patience, come.pg 3532 Critical Apparatus40
Troy. I pray you stay? by hell and hell torments,
41I will not speake a word.
Dio. And so good night.Critical Apparatus42
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
Troy. Doth that grieue thee?
43O withered truth!Critical Apparatus44
Vlis. Why, how now Lord?
Troy. By Ioue I will be patient.Critical Apparatus45
Cres. Gardian? why Greeke?
Dio. Fo, fo, adew, you palter.46
Cres. In faith I doe not: come hither once againe.Critical Apparatus47
Vlis. You shake my Lord at something; will you goe?
48You will breake out.
Troy. She stroakes his cheeke.
Vlis. Come, come.49
Troy. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speake a word.
50There is betweene my will, and all offences,
51A guard of patience; stay a little while.52
Ther. How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and potato Critical Apparatus53finger, tickles these together: frye lechery, frye.Critical Apparatus54
Dio. But will you then?Critical Apparatus55
Cres. In faith I will [la]; neuer trust me else.56
Dio. Giue me some token for the surety of it.57
Cres. Ile fetch you one.Exit.58
Vlis. You haue sworne patience.Critical Apparatus59
Troy. Feare me not sweete Lord.
60I will not be my selfe, nor haue cognition
61Of what I feele: I am all patience.Enter Cressid.62
Ther. Now the pledge, now, now, now.63
Cres. Here Diomed, keepe this Sleeue.64
Troy. O beautie! where is thy Faith?
Vlis. My Lord.Critical Apparatus65
Troy. I will be patient, outwardly I will.66
Cres. You looke vpon that Sleeue? behold it well:
67He lou'd me: O false wench: giue't me againe.68
Dio. Whose was't?Critical Apparatus69
Cres. It is no matter now I haue't againe.
70I will not meete with you to morrow night:
71I prythee Diomed visite me no more.72
Ther. Now she sharpens: well said Whetstone.73
Dio. I shall haue it.
Cres. What, this?
Dio. I that.74
Cres. O all you gods! O prettie, prettie pledge;
Critical Apparatus75Thy Maister now lies thinking in his bed
76Of thee and me, and sighes, and takes my Gloue,
77And giues memoriall daintie kisses to it;
pg 3533Critical Apparatus78As I kisse thee.
Dio. Nay, doe not snatch it from me.Critical Apparatus79
Cres. He that takes that, [takes] my heart withall.80
Dio. I had your heart before, this followes it.81
Troy. I did sweare patience.82
Cres. You shall not haue it Diomed; faith you shall not:
83Ile giue you something else.
Dio. I will haue this: whose was it?84
Cres. It is no matter.
Dio. Come tell me whose it was?Critical Apparatus85
Cres. 'Twas one that lou'd me better then you will.
86But now you haue it, take it.
Dio. Whose was it?Critical Apparatus87
Cres. By all Dianas waiting women yond:
88And by her selfe, I will not tell you whose.89
Dio. To morrow will I weare it on my Helme,
90And grieue his spirit that dares not challenge it.91
Troy. Wert thou the diuell, and wor'st it on thy horne,
92It should be challeng'd.93
Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not:
94I will not keepe my word.
Dio. Why then farewell,
95Thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed againe.96
Cres. You shall not goe: one cannot speake a word,
97But it strait starts you.
Dio. I doe not like this fooling.Critical Apparatus98
[Tro.] Nor I by Pluto: but that that likes not [you],
99Pleases me best.
Dio. What shall I come? the houre.100
Cres. I, come: O Ioue! doe, come: I shall be plagu'd.101
Dio. Farewell till then.Exit.
Cres. Good night: I prythee come:
102Troylus farewell; one eye yet lookes on thee;
103But with my heart, the other eye, doth see.
104Ah poore our sexe; this fault in vs I finde:
105The errour of our eye, directs our minde.
106What errour leads, must erre: O then conclude,
107Mindes swai'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.Exit.108
Ther. A proofe of strength she could not publish more;
Critical Apparatus109Vnlesse she say, my minde is now turn'd whore.pg 3534 110
Vlis. Al's done my Lord.
Troy. It is.
Vlis. Why stay we then?111
Troy. To make a recordation to my soule
112Of euery syllable that here was spoke:
Critical Apparatus113But if I tell how these two did coact;
114Shall I not lye, in publishing a truth?
115Sith yet there is a credence in my heart:
116An esperance so obstinately strong,
Critical Apparatus117That doth inuert [thattest] of eyes and eares;
Critical Apparatus118As if those organs had deceptious functions,
119Created onely to calumniate.
120Was Cressed here?
Vlis. I cannot coniure Troian.121
Troy. She was not sure.
Vlis. Most sure she was.122
Troy. Why my negation hath no taste of madnesse?123
Vlis. Nor mine my Lord: Cressid was here but now.124
Troy. Let it not be beleeu'd for womanhood:
125Thinke we had mothers; doe not giue aduantage
126To stubborne Criticks, apt without a theame
127For deprauation, to square the generall sex
128By Cressids rule. Rather thinke this not Cressid.Critical Apparatus129
Vlis. What hath she done Prince, that can soyle our mothers?130
Troy. Nothing at all, vnlesse that this were she.Critical Apparatus131
Ther. Will he swagger himselfe out on's owne eyes?132
Troy. This she? no, this is Diomids Cressida:
133If beautie haue a soule, this is not she:
135If sanctimonie be the gods delight:
136If there be rule in vnitie it selfe,
Critical Apparatus137This is not she: O madnesse of discourse!
Critical Apparatus138That cause sets vp, with, and against thy selfe
Critical Apparatus139By [fould] authoritie: where reason can reuolt
140Without perdition, and losse assume all reason,
141Without reuolt. This is, and is not Cressid:
142Within my soule, there doth conduce a fight
143Of this strange nature, that a thing inseperate,
144Diuides more wider then the skie and earth:
145And yet the spacious bredth of this diuision,
146Admits no Orifex for a point as subtle,
147As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter:
148Instance, O instance! strong as Plutoes gates:
149Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heauen;
150Instance, O instance, strong as heauen it selfe:
151The bonds of heauen are slipt, dissolu'd, and loos'd,
Critical Apparatus152And with another knot fiue finger tied,
153The fractions of her faith, orts of her loue:
pg 3535154The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greazie reliques,
Critical Apparatus155Of her ore-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.Critical Apparatus156
Vlis. May worthy Troylus be halfe attached
157With that which here his passion doth expresse?158
Troy. I Greeke: and that shall be divulged well
159In Characters, as red as Mars his heart
160Inflam'd with Uenus: neuer did yong man fancy
161With so eternall, and so fixt a soule.
Critical Apparatus162Harke Greek: as much [as] I doe [Cressid] loue;
163So much by weight, hate I her Diomed,
Critical Apparatus164That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme:
165Were it a Caske compos'd by Vulcans skill,
166My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadfull spout,
167Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call,
Critical Apparatus168Constring'd in masse by the almighty [sunne],
169Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare
170In his discent; then shall my prompted sword,
171Falling on Diomed.172
Ther. Heele tickle it for his concupie.173
Troy. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false:
174Let all vntruths stand by thy stained name,
175And theyle seeme glorious.
Vlis. O containe your selfe:
176Your passion drawes eares hither.Enter Æneas.177
Æne. I haue beene seeking you this houre my Lord:
178Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
179Aiax your Guard, staies to conduct you home.180
Troy. Haue with you Prince: my curteous Lord adew:
181Farewell reuolted faire: and Diomed,
182Stand fast, and weare a Castle on thy head.183
Vli. Ile bring you to the Gates.
Troy. Accept distracted thankes.Exeunt Troylus, Æneas, and Vlisses.184
Ther. Would I could meete that roague Diomed, I would croke like 185a Rauen: I would bode, I would bode: Patroclus will giue me any thing 186for the intelligence of this whore: the Parrot will not doe more for an 187Almond, then he for a commodious drab: Lechery, lechery, still warres 188and lechery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning diuell take them.