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with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if villain :- she fetches her breath as short as a new he flinch, chide me for it. ta'en sparrow

[Exit. Tro. You know now your hostages; your ancle's Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bo- word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, And all my powers do their bestowing lose,

they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring

tell you ; they'll stick where they are thrown. The eye of majesty.

Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me

beart: Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.

Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's

For many weary months. a baby.--Here sbe is now: swear the oaths now to

Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? her, that you have sworn to me.- What, are you Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my gone again? you must be watched ere you be made

lord, tame, must you? Come your ways, come your With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ;ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. fills.-Why do you not speak to ber?--Come, draw I love you now; but not, till now, so much this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the But I might master it:-in faith, I lie; day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on; Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools!

My thoughts were like unbridled children, growa and kiss the mistress. How now, . kiss in fee- | Why have I blabb'a ? who shall be true to us, farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. When we are so upsecret to ourselves? Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere. I part But, though I lov'd you well

, I woo'd you not; you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; i'the river : go to, go to.

Or that we women had men's privilege
Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but for, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid' me hold my tongae; she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your The thing I shall repent! See, see, your silence, activity in question. What, billing again? Here's Cunning in danıbness, from my weakness draws

- In witness whereof the parties interchangeably. My very soul of counsel: Stop my mouth. Come in, come in ; I'll go get a fire. [Exit.

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Pan. Pretty, i'faith. Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me

Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; thus !

(my lord! Cres. Wished, my lord ?—The gods grants. I am asham'do heavens ! what have I done?

'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : Tro. What should they grant? what makes this for this time will I take my leave,

my lord. pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies

Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid? my sweet lady in the fountain of our love!

Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have

morning, eyes!


Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. Fears make devils cherubim; they never see


What offends yoa, lady? Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Cres. Sir, mine own company. safer footing than blind reason stumbling without


You cannot shun fear : To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.

Yourself. Tro. 0, let my lady apprehend no fear; in all

Cres. Let me go and try: Capid's pageant there is presented po monster.

I have a kind of self resides with you; Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

But an unkind self, that itself will leave, Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we

To be another's fool. I would be gone :vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame ti

Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. gers ; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise

Tro. Well know they what they speak, that imposition enough, than for us to andergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in

speak so wisely. love, lady,—that the will is infinite, and the execu

Cres. Perchance, my lord, I shew more craft

than love; tion confined ; that the desire is boundless, and the

And fell so roundly to a large confession, act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perform- or else you love not; For to be wise, and love,

To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise ; ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. that they never perform; yowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the (As, if it can, I will presume in you,)

Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, to feed for aye ber lamp and flames of love; and the act of hares, are they not monsters?

Tro. Are there such ? such are not we: Praise To keep her constancy in plight and yoath, us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our

Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind head shall go bare, till merit crown it:

no perfec- Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,

That doth renew swifter than blood decays! tion in reversion shall have a praise in present: we

That will not name desert, before his birth ; and, being Might be affronted with the match and weight

my integrity and truth to you born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith : Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what How were I then uplifted"! bat, alas,

Of such a winnow'd purity in love; envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; I am as true as truth's simplicity, and what trath can speak truest, not truer than And simpler than the infancy of truth. Troilas.

Cres. In that I'll war with you. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?


O virtuous fight, Re-enter PANDARUS.

When right with right wars, who shall be most Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done

right! talking yet?.

True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi- | Approve their truths by Troilus: when their cate to you.

rhymes, Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy | Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,

Wants similes, truth tir'd with iteration, What he requests of os. Good Diomed,
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,

Furnish you fairly for this interchange :
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,

Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready. Yet, after all comparisons of truth,

Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden As truth's authentic author to be cited,

Which I am proud to bear. As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,

[Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. And sanctify the numbers. Cres.

Prophet may you be!

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,

Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his When time is old and bath forgot itself,

tent: When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, Please it out our general to pass strangely by him, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,

As if he were forgot; and, princes all, And mighty states charácterless are grated

Lay negligent aud loose regard upon bim:To dusty nothing ; yet let memory,,

I will come last: 'Tis like, he'll question me, From false to false among false maids in love, Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why torn’d on Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said—as

bim1 false

If so, I have derision med'cinable, As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,

To use between your strangeness and his pride, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,

Which bis own will shall have desire to drink; Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son;.

It may do good : pride hath no other glass Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, To shew itself bat pride ; for supple knees As false as Cressid.

Feed arrogance, and are the prood man's fees. Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on be the witness.--Here I hold your hand; here, my | A form of strangeness as we pass along; cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, | So do each lord; and either greet him not, since I have taken such pains to bring you to Or else disdainfolly, which shall shake him more getber, let all pitifal goers-between be called to Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. the world's end after my name, call them all Achil. What, comes the general to speak with

me! Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all You know my mind, I'll fight no more gainst Troy. false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Agam. What says Acbilles? would he aught Pandars! say, amen.

with us?

[general ? Tro. Amen.

Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the Cres. Amen.


No. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a Nest. Nothing, my lord. chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not Agam.

The better. speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death:

(Exert Agamemnon and Nestor. away.


Good day, good day: And Capid grant all toogue-tied maidens here Men. How do you ? how do you? [Exit. Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!

Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?

[Exeunt. Ajax. How now, Patroclus? SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.


Good morrow, Ajax, Ajax.


Achil. Good morrow. TOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and Calchas.

Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they you,

not Achilles ? The advantage of the time prompts me aloud Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd To call for recompense. Appear it to yoar mind,

to bend, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; I have abandon'd Troy, left my possessions, To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, To holy altars. From certain and possess'd conveniences,


What, am I poor of late ? To doubtful fortunes; sequest'ring from me all, 'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with forThat time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,

tane, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, And here, to do yon service, am become

He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As new into the world, strange, anacquainted : As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, I do beseech you, as in way of taste,

Shew not their mealy wings, but to the summer; To give me now a little benefit,

And not a man, for being simply man, Out of those many register’d in promise,

Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan ? make Prizes of accident as oft as merit: demand.

Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d Antenor, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, Yesterday took; Troy bolds him very dear. Do one plack down another, and together Oft have you, (often have you thanks therefore,) Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me : Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange,

Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor, At ample point all that I did possess, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out That their negociations all must slack,

Something not worth in me such rich beholding Wanting his manage ; and they will almost As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,

I'll interrupt his reading. In change of bim: let him be sent, great princes,

Ulysses ? And he shall bay my daughter; and her presence Ulyss.

Now, great Thetis' son ? Shall quite strike off all service I have done,

Achil. What are you reading ? In most accepted pain.


A strange fellow here Agam.

Let Diomed bear him, Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, And bring us Cressid bither: Calchas shall have How much in having, or without, or in,

How now,

there are,

Cannot make boast to have that wbich he hath, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ; Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
As when bis virtues shining upon others

To envious and calumniating time.
Heat them, and they retort that heat again One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,-
To the first giver.

That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Achil.

This is not strange, Ulysses. Though they are made and moulded of things past; The beauty that is borne here in the face,

And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
The bearer knows not, but commends itself, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself

The present eye praises the present object : (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself, Then marvel not, thou great and complete map, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd

That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Salutes each other with each other's form.

Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, For speculation turns not to itself,

Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, Till it hath travell’d, and is married there,

And still it might; and yet it may again, Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,

And case thy repatation in thy tent; It is familiar; but at the author's drist:

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Who, in his circamstance, expressly proves Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods them. That no man is the lord of any thing,

And drave great Mars to faction. (selves, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Achil.

of this my privacy Till he communicate his parts to others :

I have strong reasons. Nor doth he of himself know them for aught,


Bat’gainst your privacy Till he behold them form'd in the applause, The reasons are more potent and heroical: Where they are extended; which, like an arch, 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love reverberates

With one of Priam's daughters. The voice again; or, like a gate of steel,


Ha! known? Fronting the sun, receives and renders back

Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; The providence that's in a watchful state,
And apprehended here immediately

Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold ;
The unknown Ajax.

Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps; Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, That has he knows not what. Nature, what things Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.

There is a mystery (with whom relation Most abject in regard, and dear in use!

Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; What things again most dear in the esteem, Which hath an operation more divine, And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to : An act that very chance doth throw upon him, All the commerce that you have had with Troy, Ajax renown'a. O heavens, what some men do, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord; While some men leave to do!

And better would it fit Achilles much, How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, To throw down Hector, than Polyxena: Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!

But it must grieve young Pyrrbus, now at home, How one man eats into another's pride,

When fame shall in our islands sound her trump, While pride is fasting in his wantonness!

And all the Greek ish girls shall tripping sing,To see these Grecian lords ! --why, even already

Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, Farewell, my lord : I as your lover speak;
And great Troy shrinking.

The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me,

[Erit. As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you : Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? A woman impudent and mannish grown

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this; A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

They think, my little stomach to the war, Those scraps are good deeds past; which are And your great love to me, restrains you thus : devour'd

Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

Shall from your neck unloose his amorons fold, As done : Perseverance, dear my lord,

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Be shook to air.
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail


Shall Ajax fight with Hector? In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much bonour For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

by him. Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; For emulation hath a thousand sons,

My fame is shrewdly gor'd. That one by one pursue: If you give way,


0, then beware; Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

Those wounds healill, that men do give themselves : Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

Omission to do what is necessary. And leave yon hindmost ;-

Seals a commission to a blank or danger; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,

And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,

Even then when we sit idly in the sun. O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclas: present,

I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours : To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, For time is like a fashionable host,

To see us here unarm’d: I have a woman's longing, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; An appetite that I am sick withal, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would lly, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, To talk with him, and to behold his visage, And farewell goes out sighing. 0, let not virtue Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd! Remuneration for the thing it was !


Enter THERSITES. For beauty, wit,

Ther, A wonder!

Achil. What?

[for himself.

Æne. Is the prince there in person ?Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking Had I so good occasion to lie long, Achil. How so?

As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hec- Should rob my bed-mate of my company. [Æneas. tor; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand : Achil. How can that be?

Witness the process of your speech, wherein Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea- You told—how Diomed, a whole week by days, cock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates like an Did haunt you in the field. hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to Æne.

Health to you, valiant sir. set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a poli. During all estion of the gentle truce: tic regard, as who should say, there were wit in But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance, this bead, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it As heart can think, or courage execute. lies as coldly in biin as fire in a fint, which will Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. not shew without knocking. The man's undone Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health : for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the But when contention and occasion meet, combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and with all my force, pursuit, and policy. he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly of this man, that takes me for the general ? He is With his face backward. - In humane gentleness, grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, sides, like a leather jerkin.

[Thersites. No man alive can love in such a sort, Achil. Thou must be my embassador to him, The thing he means to kill, more excellently,

Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he Dio. We sympathize :—Jove, let Æneas live, professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; If to my sword his fate be not the glory, he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his A thousand complete courses of the sun! presence ; let Patroclus make demands to me, you Bat, in mine emulous honour, let him die, shall see the pageant of Ajax.

With every joint a wound ; and that to-morrow! Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly Æne. We know each other well, desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Dio. We do: and long to know each other worse. Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to pro Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, cure safe conduct for his person, of the magna The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.nimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times- What business, lord, so early? [know not. honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I Agamemnon. Do this.

Par. His purpose meets you; 'twas to bring Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.

this Greek Ther. Humpb!

To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles, For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid. Ther. Ha!

Let's have your company; or, if you please, Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Haste there before us : I constantly do think, Hector to his tent;

(Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge,) Ther, Humph!

(memnon. My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; Patr. And io procare safe conduct from Aga- Rouse bim, and give him note of our approach, Ther. Agamemnon ?

With the whole quality wherefore : I fear, Patr. Ay, my lord.

We shall be much unwelcome. Ther. Ha!


That I assure you; Patr. What say you to't?

Troilas had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. Than Cressid borne from Troy. Patr. Your answer, sir.


There is no help; Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven The bitter disposition of the time o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. sball pay for me ere he has me.

Æne. Good morrow, all.

(Exit. Patr. Your answer, sir.

Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me 1 ier. Fare you well, with all my heart.

true, Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,

Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What mu Who, in your thonghts, merits fair Helen best, sic will be in bim when Hector bas knocked out Myself, or Menelaus ? bis brains, I know not: but, I am sure, none, un


Both alike: less the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make cat He merits well to have her, that doth seek her lings on.

(straight. (Not making any scruple of her soilure,) Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him with such a hell of pain, and world of charge ;

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for And you as well to keep her, that defend her that's the more capable creature.

(Not palating the taste of her dishonour,) Achil

. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d; With such a costly loss of wealth and friends : And I myself see not the bottom of it.

He, like a paling cuckold, would drink up [Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece i Ther. 'Would the fou lain of your mind were You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors: rather be a rick in a sheep, than such a valiant ig- Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less por more ;

[Exit. But he as he, the heavier for a whore. ACT IV.

Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. Scene I.—Troy. A Street.

Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris, –

For every false drop in her bawdy veins Enter at one side, Æneas, and Servant with a torch; | A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple

at the other, Paris, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, Of her contaminated carrion weight, DIOMEDES, and others, with torches.

A Trojan hath been slain : since she could speak, Par. See, ho! who's that there?

She hath not given so many good words breath, Dei. "Tis the lord Æneas. | As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death,



Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, I'll be sworn :-For my own part, I came in late : Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy : What shonld be do here? But we in silence hold this virtue well,

Æne. Who!-nay, then :We'll not commend what we intend to sell. Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware : Here lies our way.

[Exeunt. You'll be so true to him, to be false to him: SCENE II.-The same. Court before the House

Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hitber;

Go. of Pandarus.

As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus. Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.

Tro. How now? what's the matter? Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Æne. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle My matter is so rash : There is at hand down;

Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, He shall unbolt the gates.

The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Tro.

Trouble him not; Deliver'd to us ; and for him forthwith, To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes, Ere the first sacrifice, within this bour, And give as soft attachment to thy senses,

We must give up to Diomedes' hand
As infants' empty of all thought!

The lady Cressida.
Good morrow then. Tro.

Is it so concluded?
Tro. Pr'ythee now, to bed.

Æne. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: Cres Are you aweary of me?

They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day,

Tro. How my achievements mock me! Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, We met by chance; you did not find me here. I would not from thee.

Æne. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature Cres.

Night hath been too brief. Have not more gift in taciturnity. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights

[Exeunt Troilus and Æneas. she stays,

Pan. Is't possible ? no sooner got, but lost? The As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, devil take Antenor! the young prince will

mad. With wings more momentary-swift than thought. A plague upon Antenor! I would, they had broke's You will catch cold, and curse me.

neck! Cres. Pr'ythee, tarry ;

Enter CRESSIDA. You men will never tarry.

Cres. How now! What is the matter? Who was O foolish Cressid !-I might have still held off,

here? And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's Pan. Ah, ah!

[lord gone? one up.

Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my Pan. (Within.) What, are all the doors open here? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Tro. It is your uncle.

Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as Enter PANDARUS.

I am above! Cres. A pestilence on bim! now will he be Cres. () the gods !- what's the matter? mocking :

Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou had'st I shall have such a life,

ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be bis death: Pan. How now, how pow? bow

maidenheads ?

poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor ! -Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid?

Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking I beseech you, what's the matter? uncle!

Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou mast be You bring me to do, and then you fout me too.

gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to Pan. 1. do what? to do what?--let her say death ; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.

thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be bis what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll

Cres. O you immortal gods!--I will not go. ne'er be good,

Pan. Thou must. Nor suffer others.

Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capoc- No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me,

I know no touch of consanguinity; chia hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!

As the sweet Troilus.- you gods divine ! (Knocking.)

Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, Cres. Did I not tell you ?—'would he were

If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, knock'd o'the head!

Do to this body what extremes you can; Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.-

But the strong base and building of my love My lord, come you again into my chamber: Is as the very centre of the earth, You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. Drawing

all things to it.- I'll go in, and weep; Tro. Ha! ha!

Pan, Do, do.

(cheeks ; Cres. Come, you are deceiv’d, I think of no such Crackmy clear voice

with sobs, and break my heart

Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised thing.

(Knocking.) How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in;

With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. I would not for half Troy have you seen here.

[Exeunt Troilus and Cressida. Scene III.-The same. Before Pandarus' House. Pan. (Going to the door.) Who's there? what's Enter Paris, TROILUS, Æneas, DEIPhoßUS, the matter? Will you beat down the door? How

ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES. now? what's the matter?

Par. It is great inorning; and the hour prefis'd Enter ÆNEAS.

Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus,

Pan. Who's there? my lord Eneas? By my troth, Tell you the lady what she is to do,
I knew you not: what news with you so early? And haste her to the purpose.
Æne. Is not prince Troilus here?


Walk in to her house ; Pan. Here! what should he do here?

[him; | I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny And to his hand when I deliver her, It doth import him mach, to speak with me.

Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilas Pen. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Esil.


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