Part 38

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.

Re-enter Creſſid

Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!

Cre. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.

Troy. O beauty! where is thy faith?

Vlyſ. My lord!

Troy. I will be patient; outwardly I will.

Cre. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well. He lov’d me-O false wench!-Give’t me again.

Diom. Whose was’t?

Cre. It is no matter, now I ha’t again. I will not meet with you to-morrow night. I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.

Ther. Now she sharpens. Well said, whetstone.

Diom. I shall have it.

Cre. What, this?

Diom. Ay, that.

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

Diom. I had your heart before; this follows it.

Troy. I did swear patience.

Cre. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not; I’ll give you something else.

Diom. I will have this. Whose was it?

Cre. It is no matter.

Diom. Come, tell me whose it was.

Cre. ’Twas one’s that lov’d me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.

Diom. Whose was it?

Cre. By all Diana’s waiting women yond, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.