Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee, 105
But with my heart the other eye doth see.[2239]
Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads must err; O, then conclude
Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude. [Exit. 110
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more,[2240]
Unless she said 'My mind is now turn'd whore.'[2241]
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Tro. It is.
Ulyss. Why stay we then?
Tro. To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke. 115
But if I tell how these two did co-act,[2242]
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;[2243] 120
As if those organs had deceptious functions,[2244]
Created only to calumniate.[2245]
Was Cressid here?[2245]
Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan.
Tro. She was not, sure.
Ulyss. Most sure she was.[2246]
Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.[2247] 125