Ulys. You have sworn patience.
Thers. That's well, that's well, the pledge is given; hold her to her word, good devil, and her soul's thine, I warrant thee.
Diom. Whose was't?
Cres. By all Diana's waiting train of stars,
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Diom. Why then thou lov'st him still: farewell for ever:
Thou never shalt mock Diomede again.
Cres. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
But straight it starts you.
Diom. I do not like this fooling.
Thers. Nor I, by Pluto: but that, which likes not you, pleases me best.
Diom. I shall expect your promise.
Cres. I'll perform it.
Not a word more, good night—I hope for ever:
Thus to deceive deceivers is no fraud.[Aside.
[Exeunt Diomede and Cressida severally.