Ulyss. You are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,[2204]
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
Tro. Behold, I pray you!
Ulyss. Nay, good my lord, go off:[2205] 40
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.[2206]
Tro. I pray thee, stay.[2207]
Ulyss. You have not patience; come.
Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments,[2208]
I will not speak a word.[2209]
Dio. And so, good night.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
Tro. Doth that grieve thee?[2210] 45
O wither'd truth![2210]
Ulyss. Why, how now, lord![2211]