Page 2893 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

DIOMEDES

Foh, foh, come, tell a pin! You are forsworn.

CRESSIDA
In faith I cannot; what would you have me do?

THERSITES
A juggling trick − to be secretly open. [25]

DIOMEDES
What did you swear you would bestow on me?

CRESSIDA
I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;

Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek.

DIOMEDES

Good night.

TROILUS
Hold, patience! [30]

ULYSSES
How now, Trojan?

CRESSIDA
Diomed −

DIOMEDES
No, no, good night; I’ll be your fool no more.

TROILUS
Thy better must.

CRESSIDA
Hark, one word in your ear. [35]