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!- SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The same. A room in Pandarus' house. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Cres. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong 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.-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,- - heart, o heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, By friendship, nor by speaking. 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, Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. What, and from Troilus too! Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Cres. Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Tro. Hark! you are call'd: Some say, the Genius so Cries, Come to him, that instantly must die.Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root! [Exit Pandarus. Cres. I must then to the Grecians? Tro. No remedy. Cres. A woful 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 deem is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For it is parting from us : I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; 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? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality; They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Makes me a afeard. Cres. O heavens! you love me not. Tro. Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Tro. Come, kiss; and let us part. Par. [Within.] Brother Troilus! Tro. Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. Cres. My lord, will you be true? Tro. Who I alas, it is my vice, my fault: Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; As Priam is in Ilion. Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus : Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, [Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. How have we spent this morning! That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field with him. Dei. Let us make ready straight. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie On his fair worth, and single chivalry. [Exeunt. The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHIL- Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage. Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the cholick of puff'd Aquilon : Come, stretch thy chest,and let thy eyes spout blood; Ulyss. No trumpet answers. [Trumpet sounds. Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter! Ulyss. "Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Enter DIOMEDES, with CRESSIDA. Dio. Even she. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; "Twere better, she were kiss'd in general. Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns. Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine: Patroclus kisses you. Men. Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give; Therefore no kiss. Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. |