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Not palating the taste of her dishonour, [60]
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;

You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleased to breed out your inheritors. [65]
Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as you, each heavier for a whore.

PARIS

You are too bitter to your countrywoman.

DIOMEDES

She’s bitter to her country. Her me, Paris:
For every false drop in her bawdy veins [70]
A Grecian’s like hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight

A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffered death. [75]

PARIS
Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,

Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy;
But we in silence hold this virtue well:
We’ll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way. [80]
Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Troilus and Cressida.

TROILUS
Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.

CRESSIDA