pocchia! hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! Cres. Did not I tell you? [Knocking. would he were knock'd o'the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and soe. Cres, Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. [Knocking. How earnestly they knock! pray you, come in ; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA.A Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter AENEAS. Aene. Good morrow, Lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Aeneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? 2561 Hoda I Aene. Is not Prince Troilus here? deny him; do not 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?w Mene. 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: 7 Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hither; Go. As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Aene. My Lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: There is at hand Tro. Is it so concluded? Aene. 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 Aeneas, Have nature not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt TROILUS and AENEAS. 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! 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 inust be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou are changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his deatli; 'twill be his bane; he cannot hear 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; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, Drawing all things to it. Pan. Do, do. weep; I'll go in, an Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Crack my and break my With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. The same. Before Pandarus' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENORA and DIOMEDES. 3 Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon: - Good my brother Troilus, *> Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: Par. I know what 'tis to love; 'And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help! Please you, walk in, my Lords. [Exite [Exeunt! The same. A Room in Pandarus' House, Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA, Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, 121 As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief: No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Enter TROILUS, Pan. Here, here, here he comes! ducks! A sweet 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 auswers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse we see it, we see it. How now, lambs? Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities, me. Cres. Have the gods envy? take thee from 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 25 Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Cres. Is it possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by |