me, and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me; He that takes that doth take my heart withal. I had your heart before, this follows it. I did swear patience. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not; I'll give you something else. I will have this: whose was it? It is no matter. Come, tell me whose it was. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it. Whose was it? By all Diana's waiting-women yond, And by herself, I will not tell you whose. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn, It should be challenged. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not; I will not keep my word. Why, then, farewell; Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word, But it straight starts you. I do not like this fooling. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best. What, shall I come? the hour? Ay, come:--O Jove!--do come:--I shall be plagued. Farewell till then. Good night: I prithee, come. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee But with my heart the other eye doth see. Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind: What error leads must err; O, then conclude Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.' All's done, my lord. It is. Why stay we, then? To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke. But if I tell how these two did co-act, 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 the attest of eyes and ears, As if those organs had deceptious functions, Created only to calumniate. Was Cressid here? I cannot conjure, Trojan. She was not, sure. Most sure she was. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness. Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. Let it not be believed for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage