ACT V. SCENE
DIOMEDES AND CRESSIDA. TROILUS, ULYSSES, AND THERSITES,
AT A DISTANCE.
Diomedes. AND so, good night.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
Tro. Doth that grieve thee? O wither'd
Ulyss. Why, how now, lord?
Tro. By Jove, I will be patient.
Cres. Guardian!why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, Pho! adieu; you palter.
Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something;
will you go?
You will break out.
Tro. She strokes his cheek!
Ulyss. Come, come.
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