Page 2895 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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Why, how now, lord?
TROILUS
By Jove,
I will be patient.
CRESSIDA
Guardian! Why, Greek?
DIOMEDES
Foh, foh, adieu; you palter.
CRESSIDA
In faith, I do not: come hither once again. [50]
ULYSSES
You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?
You will break out.
TROILUS
She strokes his cheek!
ULYSSES
Come, come.
TROILUS
Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word.
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience; stay a little while. [55]
THERSITES
How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potato-finger, tickles these
together! Fry, lechery, fry!
DIOMEDES
But will you, then?
