Tro. I did swear patience.
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;[2229]
I'll give you something else. 85
Dio. I will have this: whose was it?
Cres. It is no matter.[2230]
Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.
Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.[2231]
But, now you have it, take it.
Dio. Whose was it?[2232]
Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yond,[2233] 90
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Tro. Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
It should be challenged. 95