Troilus and Cressida — Scene 2. (Part 7 of 10)

TROILUS

Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
It should be challenged.

CRESSIDA

Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
I will not keep my word.

DIOMEDES

Why, then, farewell;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

CRESSIDA

You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
But it straight starts you.

DIOMEDES

I do not like this fooling.

THERSITES

Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best.

DIOMEDES

What, shall I come? the hour?

CRESSIDA

Ay, come:–O Jove!–do come:–I shall be plagued.

DIOMEDES

Farewell till then.

CRESSIDA

Good night: I prithee, come.
Exit DIOMEDES
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.

Exit

THERSITES

A proof of strength she could not publish more,
Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.'

ULYSSES

All's done, my lord.