_Tro._ O beauty! where is thy faith? _Ulyss._ My lord,-- _Tro._ I will be patient; outwardly I will.[2221] _Cres._ You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.[2222] He loved me--O false wench!--Give't me again. _Dio._ Whose was't? 70 _Cres._ It is no matter, now I have't again.[2223] I will not meet with you to-morrow night: I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more. _Ther._ Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone! _Dio._ I shall have it.[2224] _Cres._ What, this? _Dio._ Ay, that. 75 _Cres._ O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking in his bed[2225] Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,[2226] As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;[2226][2227] 80 He that takes that doth take my heart withal.[2228] _Dio._ I had your heart before; this follows it. _Tro._ I did swear patience. _Cres._ You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;[2229] I'll give you something else. 85 _Dio._ I will have this: whose was it? _Cres._ It is no matter.[2230] _Dio._ Come, tell me whose it was. _Cres._ 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.[2231] But, now you have it, take it. _Dio._ Whose was it?[2232] _Cres._ By all Diana's waiting-women yond,[2233] 90 And by herself, I will not tell you whose. _Dio._ To-morrow will I wear it on my helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. _Tro._ Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn, It should be challenged. 95 _Cres._ Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not; I will not keep my word. _Dio._ Why then, farewell;[2234] Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.[2234] _Cres._ You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,[2234][2235] But it straight starts you.[2234] _Dio._ I do not like this fooling.[2234] 100 _Ther._ Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you[2236][2237] Pleases me best.[2236] _Dio._ What, shall I come? the hour? _Cres._ Ay, come: O Jove! do come: I shall be plagued. _Dio._ Farewell till then. _Cres._ Good night: I prithee, come. [_Exit Diomedes._[2238]