Page 2900 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

THERSITES

A proof of strength she could not publish more, [115]
Unless she say ‘My mind is now turned whore’.

ULYSSES
All’s done, my lord.

TROILUS
It is.

ULYSSES
Why stay we then?

TROILUS

To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But if I tell how these two did co-act, [120]
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,

An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert th’attest of eyes and ears,
As if those organs had deceptious functions, [125]

Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?

ULYSSES
I cannot conjure, Trojan.

TROILUS
She was not, sure.

ULYSSES
Most sure she was.

TROILUS
Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. [130]