Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you?, 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn :-For my own part, I came in late : What should he do here? Ene. Who!-nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: 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? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash*: There is at hand Is it so concluded? Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy : They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, ture Have not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt Troilus and Eneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor: I would, they had broke's neck! * Hasty. Enter Cressida. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! Cres. O the gods !—what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be his death :-O 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 be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and begone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods!—I will not go. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch* of consanguinity : No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, But the strong base and building of of my love Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep ;- Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. * Sense or feeling of relationship. SCENE III. The same. Before Pandarus' house. Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, And haste her to the purpose. Walk in to her house; Tro. And to his hand when I deliver her, Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help !- [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room in Pandarus' house. Enter Pandarus and Cressida. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, Enter Troilus. Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks! 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 heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Tro. A hateful truth. Cres. What, and from Troilus too? Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Is it possible? Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, And scants us with a a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? SO Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.- [Exit Pandarus. Cres. I must then to the Greeks? Tro. No remedy. Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart, Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deemt is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; My sequent|| protestation; be thou true, Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens !-Be true again? * Sealed. + Interrupted. Surmise. Il Following. § Spot. |