Page 2874 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

CRESSIDA

Why, beg then.

ULYSSES
Why then, for Venus’ sake, give me a kiss −
When Helen is a maid again, and his. [50]

CRESSIDA
I am your debtor; claim it when ’tis due.

ULYSSES
Never’s my day, and then a kiss of you.

DIOMEDES

Lady, a word; I’ll bring you to your father.
Exit with Cressida.

NESTOR
A woman of quick sense.

ULYSSES
Fie, fie upon her!
There’s a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, [55]
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out

At every joint and motive of her body.
O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give accosting welcome ere it comes,

And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts [60]
To every tickling reader! Set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game.
Flourish.

ALL

The Trojan’s trumpet.

AGAMEMNON