_Troy_. Creſſid comes forth to him.
_Diom_. How now, my charge!
_Cre_. Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.
[Whispers]
_Troy_. Yea, so familiar!
_Vlyſ_. She will sing any man at first sight.
_Ther_. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she’s
noted.
_Diom_. Will you remember?
_Cre_. Remember? Yes.
_Diom_. Nay, but do, then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.
_Troy_. What shall she remember?
_Vlyſ_. List!
_Cre_. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
_Ther_. Roguery!
_Diom_. Nay, then-
_Cre_. I’ll tell you what-
_Diom_. Fo, fo! come, tell a pin; you are a forsworn-
_Cre_. In faith, I cannot. What would you have me do?
_Ther_. A juggling trick, to be secretly open.
_Diom_. What did you swear you would bestow on me?
_Cre_. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek.
_Diom_. Good night.
_Troy_. Hold, patience!
_Vlyſ_. How now, Troian!
_Cre_. Diomed!
_Diom_. No, no, good night; I’ll be your fool no more.
_Troy_. Thy better must.
_Cre_. Hark! a word in your ear.
_Troy_. O plague and madness!
_Vlyſ_. You are moved, Prince; let us depart, I pray,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
_Troy_. Behold, I pray you.
_Vlyſ_. Nay, good my lord, go off;
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.
_Troy_. I prithee stay.
_Vlyſ_. You have not patience; come.
_Troy_. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell’s torments,
I will not speak a word.
_Diom_. And so, good night.
_Cre_. Nay, but you part in anger.
_Troy_. Doth that grieve thee? O withered truth!
_Vlyſ_. How now, my lord?
_Troy_. By Jove, I will be patient.
_Cre_. Guardian! Why, Greek!
_Diom_. Fo, fo! adieu! you palter.
_Cre_. In faith, I do not. Come hither once again.
_Vlyſ_. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?
You will break out.
_Troy_. She strokes his cheek.
_Vlyſ_. Come, come.
_Troy_. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience. Stay a little while.
_Ther_. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potato finger,
tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
_Diom_. But will you, then?
_Cre_. In faith, I will, lo; never trust me else.
_Diom_. Give me some token for the surety of it.
_Cre_. I’ll fetch you one.
Exit
_Vlyſ_. You have sworn patience.
_Troy_. Fear me not, my lord;
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel. I am all patience.