Page 2894 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

TROILUS

O plague and madness!

ULYSSES
You are moved, Prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous,

The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. [40]

TROILUS
Behold, I pray you.

ULYSSES
Nay, good my lord, go off.
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.

TROILUS
I pray thee, stay.

ULYSSES
You have not patience; come.

TROILUS
I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell’s torments,

I will not speak a word.

DIOMEDES
And so, good night. [45]

CRESSIDA
Nay, but you part in anger.

TROILUS
Doth that grieve thee?
O withered truth!

ULYSSES