Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on me? 25
Cres. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.[2201]
Dio. Good night.
Tro. Hold, patience![2202]
Ulyss. How now, Trojan! 30
Cres. Diomed,—
Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.
Tro. Thy better must.
Cres. Hark, one word in your ear.[2203]
Tro. O plague and madness! 35