Page 2898 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

TROILUS

I did swear patience.

CRESSIDA
You shall not have it, Diomed, faith, you shall not;
I’ll give you something else.

DIOMEDES
I will have this. Whose was it? [90]

CRESSIDA
It is no matter.

DIOMEDES

Come, tell me whose it was.

CRESSIDA

’Twas one’s that loved me better than you will.
But now you have it, take it.

DIOMEDES
Whose was it?

CRESSIDA
By all Diana’s waiting-women yond,
And by herself, I will not tell you whose. [95]

DIOMEDES
Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm;

And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.

TROILUS
Wert thou the devil, and wor’st it on thy horn,
I should be challenged.

CRESSIDA
Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past − and yet it is not; [100]