_Tro._ This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:[2251] 135 If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,[2252] If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself,[2253] This is not she. O madness of discourse,[2254] 140 That cause sets up with and against itself![2255] Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt[2256][2257] Without perdition, and loss assume all reason[2257][2258] Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid! Within my soul there doth conduce a fight[2259] 145 Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Divides more wider than the sky and earth;[2260] And yet the spacious breadth of this division Admits no orifex for a point as subtle[2261][2262] As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.[2261][2263] 150 Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself; The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved and loosed; And with another knot, five-finger-tied,[2264] 155 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.[2265] _Ulyss._ May worthy Troilus be half attach'd[2266] With that which here his passion doth express? 160 _Tro._ Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well In characters as red as Mars his heart Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy[2267] With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,[2268] 165 So much by weight hate I her Diomed: That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm:[2269] Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill, My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout Which shipmen do the hurricano call, 170 Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,[2270] Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear[2271] In his descent, than shall my prompted sword[2271] Falling on Diomed.[2271] _Ther._ He'll tickle it for his concupy.[2272] 175 _Tro._ O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious. _Ulyss._ O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither. _Enter_ ÆNEAS. _Æne._ I have been seeking you this hour, my lord: 180 Hector by this is arming him in Troy; Ajax your guard stays to conduct you home.[2273] _Tro._ Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu. Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed, Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! 185 _Ulyss._ I'll bring you to the gates. _Tro._ Accept distracted thanks.