He merits well to have her, that doth seek her more: But he as he, the heavier for a whore. Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. For every false drop in her bawdy veins. A Trojan hath been slain since she could speak, Pur. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life! Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? Here, you maid! where 's my cousin, Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what? - Let her say what what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart: ne'er be good, [Exeunt. Nor suffer others. you'll Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor ca- Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see. Cres. Come, you are deceived; I think of no [Knocking. Have not more gift in taciturnity. Pan. Is he here, say you? 't is more than I ne'er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his know, I'll be sworn for my own part, I came in late: Ene. Who! nay, then: Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are You'll be so true to him, to be false to him: As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? death: 0, poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor! Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you what's the matter? Pan. Thou must begone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus: 't will be his death; 't will be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O, you immortal gods! - I will not go. Pan. Thou must. Cres. I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, you, My matter is so rash. There is at hand, As the sweet Troilus.- O, you gods divine! hood, If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, But the strong base and building of Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Before PANDARUS' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: "O heart,"-as the goodly saying is, O heart! O heart! O heavy heart, where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away Par. It is great morning: and the hour prefixed More bright in zeal than the devotion which Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast on. Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose. SCENE IV.— The same. A Room in PANDARUS' Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves House. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, And scants us with a single famished kiss, As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it; Distasted with the salt of broken tears. If I could temporise with my affection, Ene. [within]. My lord! is the lady ready? the Genius so Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root! Cres. I must then to the Grecians? No remedy. [Exit. There lurks a still and dumb discoursive devil, But something may be done that we will not: Cres. A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry And sometimes we are devils to ourselves, Greeks! When shall we see again? Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart, Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem is his? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, I speak not "Be thou true," as fearing thee; With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. Cres. O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit O heavens!"Be true," again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love: The Grecian youths are full of quality; Is "plain and true;" there's all the reach of it. Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, They're loving, well composed, with gifts of nature As Priam is in Ilion. So please you, save the thanks this prince expects; Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge: To which the Grecians are most prompt and preg- Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, nant: But I can tell, that in each grace of these I'll cut thy throat. O, be not moved, prince Troilus: Let me be privileged by my place and message -no. Tro. Come, to the port.-I tell thee, Diomed, Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. with him. Ulys. 'Tis he; I ken the manner of his gait; Enter DIOMEDES with CRESSIDA. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, Nes. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Ulys. Yet is the kindness but particular; 'T were better she were kissed in general. Nes. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Come, come, to field Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Ulys. O, deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! Men. O, this is trim! |