Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, she'll none o him; they two are Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say twain. Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing lord, thou hast a fine forehead. you have, sweet queen. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith. Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is Pan. In good troth, it begins so: Love, love, nothing but love, still more! For, oh, love's bow Shoots buck and doe: The shaft confounds, Not that it wounds, But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! So dying love lives still: Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! Hey ho! love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's afield to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse? Par. To a hair. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. What will it be, Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath so short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring The eye of majesty. Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now : swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me.— What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the fills.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend daylight! an't were dark you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river: go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here'sIn witness whereof the parties interchangeably "— Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit PANDARUS. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wish'd me thus? Cres. Wish'd, my lord?—The gods grant!-0 my lord! Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Tro. Fears make devils or cherubins; they never see truly. Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: To fear the worst oft cures the worse. Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers: thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined: that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? Tro. Are there such such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth; and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth: and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres, Will you walk in, my lord? Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate to you. Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if The flinch, chide me for it. Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, I they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can - tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? With the first glance that ever-Pardon me;- THо. O, Cressida, how often have i wished me thus! And yet, good faith, wish'd myself a man; Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me : 'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: I am asham'd;-O heavens! what have I done?- Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. What offends you, lady? Cres. Sir, mine own company. Cres. Let me go and try: You cannot shun I have a kind of self resides with you: I would be gone :-I speak I know not what. Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft And fell so roundly to a large confession, To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise; Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, Might be affronted with the match and weight O virtuous fight, As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,-- As truth's authentic author to be cited, As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse, Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth. When time is old and hath forgot itself, And mighty states characterless are grated From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said, as false As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.-Here I hold your hand: here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars say, amen. Tro. Amen. Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon 1 will show you a chamber, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geer! [Exeunt SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To doubtful fortunes; sequest'ring from me all As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: Out of those many register'd in promise, Agam. What wouldst thou of us. Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Agam. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Withal, bring word, if Hector will to-morrow Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burthen Which I am proud to bear. [Exeunt DIOMEDES, and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES, and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent: Please it our general to pass strangely by him, As if he were forgot; and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him: 1 will come last: 'Tis like, he'll question me, Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on him: If so, I have derision medicinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil. What, am I poor of late? Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers, Save these men's looks: who do, methinks, find out Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son! Achil. What are you reading? Ulyss. A strange fellow here Writes me, That man, how dearly ever parted, How much in having, or without, or in, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Nor feels not what he owes but by reflection; As when his virtues shining upon others Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver. Achil. It is familiar; but at the author's drift: |