Speeches (Lines) for Cressida
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(stage directions). [Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER] Cressida. Who were those went by? |
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Alexander. Queen Hecuba and Helen. Cressida. And whither go they? |
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Alexander. Up to the eastern tower,
Cressida. What was his cause of anger? |
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Alexander. The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
Cressida. Good; and what of him? |
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Alexander. They say he is a very man per se,
Cressida. So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs. |
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Alexander. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their
Cressida. But how should this man, that makes
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Alexander. They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and
Cressida. Who comes here? |
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(stage directions). [Enter PANDARUS] Cressida. Hector's a gallant man. |
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Pandarus. What's that? what's that? Cressida. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. |
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Pandarus. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do you talk of?
Cressida. This morning, uncle. |
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Pandarus. What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector
Cressida. Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. |
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Pandarus. Even so: Hector was stirring early. Cressida. That were we talking of, and of his anger. |
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Pandarus. Was he angry? Cressida. So he says here. |
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Pandarus. True, he was so: I know the cause too: he'll lay
Cressida. What, is he angry too? |
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Pandarus. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. Cressida. O Jupiter! there's no comparison. |
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Pandarus. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a
Cressida. Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him. |
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Pandarus. Well, I say Troilus is Troilus. Cressida. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector. |
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Pandarus. No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees. Cressida. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. |
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Pandarus. Himself! Alas, poor Troilus! I would he were. Cressida. So he is. |
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Pandarus. Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. Cressida. He is not Hector. |
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Pandarus. Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were
Cressida. Excuse me. |
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Pandarus. He is elder. Cressida. Pardon me, pardon me. |
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Pandarus. Th' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another
Cressida. He shall not need it, if he have his own. |
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Pandarus. Nor his qualities. Cressida. No matter. |
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Pandarus. Nor his beauty. Cressida. 'Twould not become him; his own's better. |
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Pandarus. You have no judgment, niece: Helen
Cressida. No, but brown. |
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Pandarus. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Cressida. To say the truth, true and not true. |
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Pandarus. She praised his complexion above Paris. Cressida. Why, Paris hath colour enough. |
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Pandarus. So he has. Cressida. Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised
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Pandarus. I swear to you. I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Cressida. Then she's a merry Greek indeed. |
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Pandarus. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' other
Cressida. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
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Pandarus. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within
Cressida. Is he so young a man and so old a lifter? |
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Pandarus. But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came
Cressida. Juno have mercy! how came it cloven? |
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Pandarus. Why, you know 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling
Cressida. O, he smiles valiantly. |
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Pandarus. Does he not? Cressida. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. |
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Pandarus. Why, go to, then: but to prove to you that Helen
Cressida. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll
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Pandarus. Troilus! why, he esteems her no more than I esteem
Cressida. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle
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Pandarus. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
Cressida. Without the rack. |
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Pandarus. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. Cressida. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. |
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Pandarus. But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laughed
Cressida. With mill-stones. |
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Pandarus. And Cassandra laughed. Cressida. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of
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Pandarus. And Hector laughed. Cressida. At what was all this laughing? |
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Pandarus. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin. Cressida. An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed
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Pandarus. They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer. Cressida. What was his answer? |
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Pandarus. Quoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on your
Cressida. This is her question. |
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Pandarus. That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and
Cressida. So let it now; for it has been while going by. |
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Pandarus. Well, cousin. I told you a thing yesterday; think on't. Cressida. So I do. |
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Pandarus. I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere
Cressida. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle
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Pandarus. Hark! they are coming from the field: shall we
Cressida. At your pleasure. |
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Pandarus. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we may
Cressida. Speak not so loud. |
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(stage directions). [ANTENOR passes] Cressida. Who's that? |
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Pandarus. That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you;
Cressida. Will he give you the nod? |
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Pandarus. You shall see. Cressida. If he do, the rich shall have more. |
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Pandarus. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a
Cressida. O, a brave man! |
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Pandarus. Is a' not? it does a man's heart good. Look you
Cressida. Be those with swords? |
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(stage directions). [HELENUS passes] Cressida. Who's that? |
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Pandarus. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is. That's
Cressida. Can Helenus fight, uncle? |
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Pandarus. Helenus? no. Yes, he'll fight indifferent well. I
Cressida. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? |
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Pandarus. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus!
Cressida. Peace, for shame, peace! |
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Pandarus. Mark him; note him. O brave Troilus! Look well upon
Cressida. Here come more. |
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Pandarus. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran!
Cressida. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus. |
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Pandarus. Achilles! a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cressida. Well, well. |
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Pandarus. 'Well, well!' why, have you any discretion? have
Cressida. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date
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Pandarus. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you
Cressida. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to
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Pandarus. Say one of your watches. Cressida. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
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Pandarus. Good boy, tell him I come.
Cressida. Adieu, uncle. |
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Pandarus. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Cressida. To bring, uncle? |
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Pandarus. Ay, a token from Troilus. Cressida. By the same token, you are a bawd.
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(stage directions). [Exit] Cressida. Will you walk in, my lord? |
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Troilus. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus! Cressida. Wished, my lord! The gods grant,—O my lord! |
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Troilus. What should they grant? what makes this pretty
Cressida. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. |
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Troilus. Fears make devils of cherubims; they never see truly. Cressida. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer
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Troilus. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's
Cressida. Nor nothing monstrous neither? |
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Troilus. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep
Cressida. They say all lovers swear more performance than they
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Troilus. Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we
Cressida. Will you walk in, my lord? |
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Pandarus. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Cressida. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. |
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Pandarus. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
Cressida. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.
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Troilus. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? Cressida. Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
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Pandarus. Pretty, i' faith. Cressida. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
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Pandarus. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,— Cressida. Pray you, content you. |
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Troilus. What offends you, lady? Cressida. Sir, mine own company. |
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Troilus. You cannot shun Yourself. Cressida. Let me go and try:
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Troilus. Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely. Cressida. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;
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Troilus. O that I thought it could be in a woman—
Cressida. In that I'll war with you. |
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Troilus. O virtuous fight,
Cressida. Prophet may you be!
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Troilus. Amen. Cressida. Amen. |
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Troilus. Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. Cressida. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
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Troilus. Trouble him not;
Cressida. Good morrow, then. |
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Troilus. I prithee now, to bed. Cressida. Are you a-weary of me? |
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Troilus. O Cressida! but that the busy day,
Cressida. Night hath been too brief. |
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Troilus. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
Cressida. Prithee, tarry:
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Troilus. It is your uncle. Cressida. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
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Pandarus. How now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you
Cressida. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
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Pandarus. To do what? to do what? let her say
Cressida. Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,
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Pandarus. Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
Cressida. Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
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Troilus. Ha, ha! Cressida. Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
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(stage directions). [Re-enter CRESSIDA] Cressida. How now! what's the matter? who was here? |
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Pandarus. Ah, ah! Cressida. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
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Pandarus. Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! Cressida. O the gods! what's the matter? |
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Pandarus. Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been
Cressida. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
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Pandarus. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou
Cressida. O you immortal gods! I will not go. |
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Pandarus. Thou must. Cressida. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
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Pandarus. Do, do. Cressida. Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks,
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Pandarus. Be moderate, be moderate. Cressida. Why tell you me of moderation?
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Pandarus. Here, here, here he comes.
Cressida. O Troilus! Troilus! |
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Troilus. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
Cressida. Have the gods envy? |
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Pandarus. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cressida. And is it true that I must go from Troy? |
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Troilus. A hateful truth. Cressida. What, and from Troilus too? |
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Troilus. From Troy and Troilus. Cressida. Is it possible? |
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(stage directions). [Exit] Cressida. I must then to the Grecians? |
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Troilus. No remedy. Cressida. A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks!
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Troilus. Hear me, my love: be thou but true of heart,— Cressida. I true! how now! what wicked deem is this? |
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Troilus. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
Cressida. O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers
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Troilus. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve. Cressida. And you this glove. When shall I see you? |
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Troilus. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
Cressida. O heavens! 'be true' again! |
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Troilus. Hear while I speak it, love:
Cressida. O heavens! you love me not. |
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Troilus. Die I a villain, then!
Cressida. Do you think I will? |
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Troilus. Good brother, come you hither;
Cressida. My lord, will you be true? |
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Menelaus. I'll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave. Cressida. In kissing, do you render or receive? |
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Patroclus. Both take and give. Cressida. I'll make my match to live,
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Menelaus. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cressida. You're an odd man; give even or give none. |
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Menelaus. An odd man, lady! every man is odd. Cressida. No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,
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Menelaus. You fillip me o' the head. Cressida. No, I'll be sworn. |
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Ulysses. It were no match, your nail against his horn.
Cressida. You may. |
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Ulysses. I do desire it. Cressida. Why, beg, then. |
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Ulysses. Why then for Venus' sake, give me a kiss,
Cressida. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. |
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Diomedes. How now, my charge! Cressida. Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you. |
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Diomedes. Will you remember? Cressida. Remember! yes. |
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Ulysses. List. Cressida. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. |
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Diomedes. Nay, then,— Cressida. I'll tell you what,— |
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Diomedes. Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn. Cressida. In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do? |
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Diomedes. What did you swear you would bestow on me? Cressida. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
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Ulysses. How now, Trojan! Cressida. Diomed,— |
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Troilus. Thy better must. Cressida. Hark, one word in your ear. |
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Diomedes. And so, good night. Cressida. Nay, but you part in anger. |
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Troilus. By Jove,
Cressida. Guardian!—why, Greek! |
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Diomedes. Foh, foh! adieu; you palter. Cressida. In faith, I do not: come hither once again. |
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Diomedes. But will you, then? Cressida. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. |
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Diomedes. Give me some token for the surety of it. Cressida. I'll fetch you one. |
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Thersites. Now the pledge; now, now, now! Cressida. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve. |
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Troilus. I will be patient; outwardly I will. Cressida. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
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Diomedes. Whose was't? Cressida. It is no matter, now I have't again.
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Diomedes. I shall have it. Cressida. What, this? |
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Diomedes. Ay, that. Cressida. O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
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Troilus. I did swear patience. Cressida. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
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Diomedes. I will have this: whose was it? Cressida. It is no matter. |
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Diomedes. Come, tell me whose it was. Cressida. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
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Diomedes. Whose was it? Cressida. By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
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Troilus. Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
Cressida. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
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Diomedes. Why, then, farewell;
Cressida. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
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Diomedes. What, shall I come? the hour? Cressida. Ay, come:—O Jove!—do come:—I shall be plagued. |
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Diomedes. Farewell till then. Cressida. Good night: I prithee, come.
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