This she? No, this is Diomed’s Cressida. 166 If beauty have a soul, this is not she; 167 If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, 168 If sanctimony be the gods’ delight, 169 If there be rule in unity itself, 170 This ⟨is⟩ not she.
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This she? No, this is Diomed’s Cressida. 166
If beauty have a soul, this is not she; 167
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, 168
If sanctimony be the gods’ delight, 169
If there be rule in unity itself, 170
This ⟨is⟩ not she. O madness of discourse, 171
That cause sets up with and against itself! 172
Bifold authority, where reason can revolt 173
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason 174
Without revolt. This is and is not Cressid. 175
Within my soul there doth conduce a fight 176
Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate 177
Divides more wider than the sky and Earth, 178
And yet the spacious breadth of this division 179
Admits no orifex for a point as subtle 180
As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter. 181
Instance, O instance, strong as Pluto’s gates, 182
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven; 183
Instance, O instance, strong as heaven itself, 184
The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and 185
loosed, 186 And with another knot, ⟨five-finger-tied,⟩ 187
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, 188
The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics 189
Of her o’er-eaten faith are given to Diomed. 190
