Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past; and yet it is not;
I will not keep my word.
Dio. Why then, farewell;[2234]
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.[2234]
Cres. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,[2234][2235]
But it straight starts you.[2234]
Dio. I do not like this fooling.[2234] 100
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you[2236][2237]
Pleases me best.[2236]
Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?
Cres. Ay, come: O Jove! do come: I shall be plagued.
Cres. Good night: I prithee, come.
[Exit Diomedes.[2238]