Page 2902 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Instance, O instance, strong as heaven itself!
The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed;
And with another knot, five-finger-tied, [160]
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,

The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics
Of her o’er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

ULYSSES
May worthy Troilus be half attached
With that which here his passion doth express? [165]

TROILUS
Ay, Greek, and that shall be divulgèd well

In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflamed with Venus; never did young man fancy
With so eternal and so fixet a soul.
Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love, [170]

So much by weight hate I her Diomed.
That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear in his helm;
Were it a casque composed by Vulcan’s skill,
My sword should bite it; not the dreadful spout,

Which shipmen do the hurricano call, [175]
Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune’s ear
In his descent than shall my prompted sword

Falling on Diomed.

THERSITES
He’ll tickle it for his concupy. [180]

TROILUS
O Cressid! O false Cressid! False, false, false!
Let all untruths stand by thy stainèd name,
And they’ll seem glorious.

ULYSSES

O, contain yourself;