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Tro. Oh! that I thought it could be in a As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : Woman,

I do beseech you, as in way of taste, (As, if it can, I will presume in you,)

To give me now a little benefit, To feed for aye • her lamp and fames of love; Out of those many register'd in promise, To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Wbich, you say, live io come in my behalf. Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind

Agam. Wbat woulds't thou of us, Trojan ! That doth renew swifter than blood decays !

make demand. Or, that persuasion could but thus convince Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call's An That my integrity and truth to you [me,

tenor, Might be affronted † with the match and weight Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear. or such a winnow'd purity in love :

oft have you, (often have you thanks thereHow were I then uplifted I but, alas,

fore,) I am as true as truth's simplicity,

Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Whom Troy hath still denied : But this An (res. In that I'll war with you.

tenor, Tro. O virtuous fight,

I know, is such a wrest in their affairs When right with right wars who shall be most That their negotiations all must slack, right!

Wanting his manage ; and they will almost frue swains in love, shall in the world to come, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, Approve their truths by Troilus : when their In change of him : let him be sent, great princes shymes,

And he shall buy my daughter; and her preFull of protest, of oath, and big compare, t

sence Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration, Shall quite strike off all service I have done, As true as steel, as plantage to the inoon, In most accepted pain. As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,

Agam. Let Diomedes hear him, As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,- And bring us Cressid hither : Calchas shall have Yet, after all comparisons of truth,

What he requests of us.--Good Diomed, As truth's authentic author to be cited,

Furnish you fairly for this interchange : As true as Troilus shall crown up ý the verse, Withal, bring word-if Hector will to-morrow And sanctify the numbers.

Be answer'd in his challenge : Ajax is ready. Cres. Prophet may you be!

Dio. This shall I undertake ; and 'tis a burden If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, Whicb I am proud to bear. When time is old and bath forgot itself,

(Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCnAS. When waterdrops have worn the stones of

Enter ACHILLES and
Troy,

PATROCLUS, before And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,

their Tent. And Inighty states characterless are grated Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his To dusty nothing ; yet let memory,

tent: From false to false, among false inaids in love, Please it our general to pass strangely + by bim, Upbraid my falsehood ! when they have said — As if he were forgot ; and, princes all, as false

Lay negligent and loose regard upon bimn : As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,

I will come last : 'Tis like, he'll question me, A: fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's cali, Wliy such unplausive eyes are bent, why turu'd Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ;

on him: Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, If so, I have derision med'cinable, As false as Cressid.

To use between your strangeness and his pride, Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; which his own will shall have desire to drink; I'll be the witness.-Here I hold your hand; it may be good : pride hath no other glass bere, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to show itself, but pride ; for supple knees to another, since I have taken such pains to Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between Agam. We'll execute your purpose,

and be called to the world's end after my name, call

put on them all-Pandars : let all constant men be A form of strangeness as we pass along ;Troilases, all false women Cressids, and all So do each lord; and either greet himn not, brokers-between Pandars I say, amen.

Or else. disdainfully, which shall shake him Tro. Amen.

more Cres. Amen.

Than if not look'd on. I will lead tbe way. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a Achil. What, comes the general to speak chamber and a bed; which bed, because it sball

with me? bot speak of your pretty encounters, press it to You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst death : away.

Troy. And Cupid grant áil tongue-tied maidens here, Agam. What says Achilles ? would be ought Red, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!

with us 3 (Ereunt. Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the

general ? SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.

Achil. No.

Nest. Nothing, my lord. Enter AGAYEYNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, Nes

Agam. The better. TOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and Calchas.

(Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done Achil. Good day, good day. you

Men. How do you ? how do you? The advantage of the time prompts me aloud

[Fxit MENELAUS.
To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Achil. What, does the cuckold scoru me?
That, through the sight I bear in things, to Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Jove

Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.
I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession, Ajar. Ha?
Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myselt,

Achil. Good morrow.
From certain and possess'd conveniences,

Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. To doubtful fortunes ; séquest'ring from me all

[Exit AJAX. That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they Made tame and most familiar to my nature;

not Acbilles ? And here, to do you service, am becomo

Patr. They pass by strangely : they were us'd

to bend,
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To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me,
To come as humby, as they us'd to creep As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me
To boly altars.

Good word nor look : What, are my deeds forgot ?
Achil. What, am I poor of late ?

Ulyss. Time bath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen ont with wherein be puts alms for oblivion,
fortune,

A great-sized monster of ingratitudes;
Mnst fall out with men too : What the declin'd is, Tbose scraps are good deeds past · which are
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,

devour'd
As feel in his own fall : for men, like butter. As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
nies,

(mer; As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,
Show not their mealy wings, but to the sum- Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to bang
And not a man, for being simply man,

Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
Hath any bonour ; but honour for those honours In monumental mockery. Take the instant way:
That are without him, as place, riches, favour, For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit :

Where one but goes abreast : keep the the path ;
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, For emulation hath a thousand sons,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, That one by one pursue : If you give way,
Do one pluck down another, and together Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

e in the fall. But 'tis not so with me : Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by,
ortune and I are friends; I do enjoy

And leave you bindmost ;at ample point all that I did possess,

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in Arst rank, Save ihese men's looks; who do, methinks, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, find out

O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do Something not worth in me such rich beholding

in present, As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ; Though less than your's in past, must o'ertop I'll interrupt his reading.

For time is like a fashionable host, [your's : How now, Ulysses ?

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the Ulyss. Now great Thetis' son ?

hand, Achil. What are you reading ?

And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Ulyss. A strange fellow here

Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles,
Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, And farewell goes out sighing. Oh! let not
How much in having, or without, or in,-

virtue seek
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Remuneration for the thing it was;
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ; For beauty, wit,
As when his virtues shining upon others High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Heat them, and they retort that heat again Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To the first giver.

To envious and calumniating time.
Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.

One touch of nature makes the wbole world The beauty that is borne here in the face

kin,

(gawds, The bearer knows not, but commends itself That all, with one consent, praise new-born To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself

Though they are made and moulded of things (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself,

past;
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
Salutes each other with each other's form. More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
For speculation turns not to itself,

The present eye praises the present object :
Till ii hath travellid, and is married there Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
Where it may see itself : this is not strange That all the Greeks begin to worsbip Ajax ;
at all.

Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position ; Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
It is familiar; but at the author's drift: And still it might; and yet it may again,
Who, in his circumstance, t expressly proves- If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive,
That no man is the lord of any thing,

And case thy reputation in thy tent;
(Though in and of him there be much con- Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
sisting,)

Made emulous missions + 'mongst the gods them
Till he communicate his parts to others : And drave great Mars to faction. (selves,
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Achil. of this my privacy
Till he behold them form'd in the applause I have strong reasons.
Where they are extended ; which, like an arcb, Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy
reverberates

The reasons are more potent and heroical :
The voice again : or like a gate of steel

'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back With one of Priam's daughters. 1
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in Achil. Ha ! known !
And apprebended here immediately (this ;

Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
The unknown Ajax.

The providence that's in a watchful state, Heavens, what a man is there ! a very horse ; Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; That has he knows not what. Nature, what Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; things there are,

Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the Most abject in regard, and dear in use !

gods,
What things again most dear in the esteem, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
And poor in worth I Now shall we see to-mor. There is a mystery (with whom relation

Durst never meddle) in the soul of state,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Which bath an operation more divine,
Ajax renow'd. O heavens, what some men do, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to :
While some men leave to do !

All the commerce that you have bad with Troy,
How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, As perfectly is our's, as your's my lord ;
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes ! And better would it fit Achilles much,
How one man eats into another's pride,

To throw down Hector, than Polyxena :
Wbiles pride is fasting in his wantonness!

But it must grieve young Pyrrhuis now at home, To see these Grecian Jords !-why, even already when fame shall in our islands sound her They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;

trump, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, And great Troy shrinking,

• New fashioned toys.

+ Causing the geda • How excellent soever endowed.

themselves to enlist among the combatants. Detail of argument.

• Polyxena.

row,

Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;

Ther. Ha!
But our great Ajar bravely beat down him. Patr. Who most hambly desires you, to in
Farewell, my lord: 1 as your lover speak; vite Hector to his tentl-
The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Ther. Humph !

(Exit. Patr. And to procure safe conduct from
Patr. To this effect, Acbilles, have I mov'a Agamemnon ?
A woman inpudent and mannish grown (you : Ther. Agamemnon ?
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man

Patr. Ay, my lord.
In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this : Ther. Ha !
They think my little stomach to the war,

Patr. What say you to't ?
And your great love to me, restrains you thus : Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.
Sweei, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Patr. Your answer, Sir.
Cupid

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven
Shall from your neck unloose bis amorous fold, o'clock it will go one way or other ; howsoever,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, he shall pay for me ere he has me.
Be shook to air.

Patr. Your answer, Sir.
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector ?

Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Petr. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? by him.

Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What Achil. I see my reputation is at stake ; music will be in him when Hector has knocked My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

out his brains, I know not : But, I am sure, none; Patr. Oh! then beware ;

unles the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make Those wounds heal ill, that men do give them- catlings on. Omission to do what is necessary (selves : Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Seals a commission to a blank of danger; straight. And danger, like an ague, subtly taints

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for Even then when we sit idly in the sun.

that's the more capable + creature. Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patro- Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain clus :

stirr'd ; PII send the fool to Ajax, and desire him And I myself see not the bottom of it. To invite the Trojan lords, after the combat,

(Ereunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were Aa appetite that I am sick withal, [longing, clear again, tbat I might water an ass at it! I had To see great Hector in his weeds of peace ; rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a va. To talk with him, and to behold bis visage, liant ignorance.

(Exit. Even to my full of view. A labour say'd!

Enter THERSITES.
Ther. A wonder !

ACT IV.
Achil. What ?
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, ask-

SCENE I.-Troy.-A Street.
Ing for himself.

Enter, at one side, ÆNEAS and SERVANT, Achil. How so? Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with

with a torch ; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOHector ; and is so prophetically proud of an

BUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with

torches.
heroical cadgelling, that he raves in saying no-
thing.

Par. See, bo ! who's that there?
Achil. How can that be ?

Dei. 'Tis the lord Æneas. Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea- Æne. Is the prince there in person ?-cock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates, like an Had I so good occasion to lie long, bostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly set down her reckoning : bites his lip with a

business polític regard, as who should say—there were wit Sbould rob my bed-mate of my company. in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is ; Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord bat it lies as coldly in bim as fire in a flint,

Æneas. which will not show without knocking.

The

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand : man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not Witness the process of your speech, wherein his neck i’the cornbat, he'll break it himself in You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, rain-glory. He knows not me: I said, Good. Did haunt you in the field. Borrow, Ajax, and he replies, Thanks, Agamem. Æne. Health to you, valiant Sir, non.

What think you of this man, that takes During all question of the gentle truce : me for the general 1 He is grown a very land. But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance ésb, languageless, a monster. A plague of As heart can think, or courage execute. opinion ! a man inay wear it on both sides, like Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. a leather jerkin.

Our bloods are now in calm ; and, so long, Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him,

health : Tbersites.

But when contention and occasion meet, Ther: Who, 1? why, he'll answer nobody; By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, be professes not answering ; speaking is for With all my force, pursuit, and policy: beggars; he wears bis tongue in his arms. I Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly will put on his presence ; let Patroclus make With bis face backward.-In humane gentledemands to me, you shall see the pageant of

ness, Ajar.

Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him,- hum- Welcome indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, bly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most No man alive can love, in such a sort, valorous Hector to come unarm'a to my tent; The thing he means to kill more excellently. and to procure safe conduct for bis person, of Dio. We sympathize :- Jove, let Æneas live, the magnanimous and most illustrious six-or-If to my sword bis fate be not the glory, Seven-times-honoured captain general of the A thousand complete courses of the suu 1 Grecian army, Againemnon. Do this.

But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.

With every joint a wound ; and that to-inorTher. Humph!

row 1 Patr i come from the worthy Achilles,

• Lute-strings made of catgut. Intelligent. • Friend.

Conversation.

Æne. We know each other well.

| And dreaming night will bido our joys no longer Dio. We do ; and long to know each other I would not from thee. worse.

Cres. Nigbt hath been too brief. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greet. Tro. Beshrew the witch ! with venomous ing,

wights she stays, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.- As tediously as hell ; but fies the grasps of love, What business, lord, so early?

With wings more momentary-swift than thought. Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I lou will catch cold, and curse me. know not.

Cres. Prythee tarry ;Par. His purpose meets you ; 'Twas to bring You men will never tarry.this Greek

O foolish Cressid !--I might have still held off, To Calchas' house ; and there to render him, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid :

one up. Let's have your company; or, if you please, Pan. [Within.) What, are all the doors open Haste there before us : i constautly do think, here? (Or, rather, call my thought a certain know. Tro. It is your uncle. ledge,)

Enter PANDARUS. My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; Rouse him, and give him note of our appoach, Cres. A pestilence on him! now will be be With the whole quality wherefore : I fear,

mocking : We shall be much unwelcome.

I shall have such a life,Æne. That I assure you ;

Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden. Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, heads ?--Here, you maid I where's my cousin Than Cressid borne from Troy.

Cressid ? Par. There is no help ;

Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking The bitter disposition of the time

uncle ! Will have it so. On, lord ; we'll follow you. You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Æne. Good morrow, all.

(Exit. Pan. To do what? to do what 1-let her say Par. And tell me, noble Diomed ; 'faith, tell what : what have I brought you to do? me true,

Cres. Come, come ; beshrew your heart ! Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,

you'll ne'er be good, Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best, Nor suffer others. Myself, or Menelaus ?

Pan. Ha, ba! Alas, poor wretch! a poor Dio. Both alike :

capocchia ! 1-hast not slept to-night? would be He merits well to have her, that doth seek her not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take (Not making any scruple of her soilure,)

him !

(Knocking. With such a bell of pain, and world of charge ; Cres. Did I not tell you ?>'would he were And you as well to keep her, that defend her

knock'a o'the head !(Not palating the taste of her dishonour,) Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.With such a costly loss of wealth and friends : My lord, come you again into my chamber : He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up You smile, and mock me, as if I meant The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece ;

naughtily. You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins

Tro. Ha, ba! Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors :

Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I thing of no Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less por

such thing.

(Knocking inore :

How earnestly they knock !-pray yoii, come in; But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

I would not for half Troy have you seen here. Par. You are too bitter to your countrywo

(Ereunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. man.

Pan. (Going to the door.) Who's there i Dio. She's bitter to her country : Hear me, what's the matter? will you beat down the door! Paris,

How now ? what's the matter?
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian's life bath sunk; for every scruple

Enter ÆNEAS. of her contaminated carrion weight,

Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. A Trojan hath been slain ; since she could Pan. Who's there ? my lord Æneas 1 By my speak,

troth, I knew you not : what news with you so She hath not given so many good words breath, early'? As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. Æne. Is not prince Troilus here?

Par. Fair Dioined, you do as chapten do, Pan. Here I wbat should he do here Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy : Æne. Come, he is bere, my lord, do not deny But we in silence hold this virtue well.We'll not commend what we intend to sell, It doth import him much, to speak with me. Here lies our way.

[Exeunt. Pan. Is be here, say you ? 'tis more than I

know, SCENE 11.--The same.-Court before the I'll be sworn :

-For my own part, I came in
House of PANDARUS.
What should he do bere?

(late: Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.

Æne. Who !-nay, then :

Come, come, you'll do bim wroug ere you are Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself the morn is

'ware: cold.

You'll be so true to him, to be false to him : Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine Do not you kvow of him, yet go fetch him bither; uncle down ;

Go.
He shall unbolt the gates.
Tro, Trouble him not ;

As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILOS.
To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes, Tro. How now? what's the matter
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,

Æne. My lord, I scarce have leisure to sa. As infants' empty of all thought ! Cres. Good morrow then.

My matter is so rash : 9 There is at hand Tro. 'Pr’ythee now, to bed.

Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, Cres. Are you aweary of me?

The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Deliver'd to us : and for him forth with, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald Ere the first sacritice, within this hour, crows,

• A wanton insinuation. + III betide • Lowd, noisy.

An Italian word for poor fool. $ Haety.

him ;

lute you,

Scene IV. TROJLUS AND CRESSIDA.

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We must give up to Diomedes' hand

SCENE IV.-The same. --A Room in PANDA-
The lady Cressida.

RUS' House.
Tro. Is it so concluded 1

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.
Ene. By Priam, and the general state of
Troy :

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Cres. Why tell you me of moderation
Tro. How my achievements mock me! The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, And violenteth in a sense as strong
We met by chance ; you did not find me here. As that which causeth it: How can I moderate
Ene. Good, good, my lord: the secrets of If I could temporize with my affection,

(it
nature

Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
Have not more gift in taciturnity.

The like allayment could I give my grief :
(Ereunt TROILUS and ÆNBAS. My love admits no qualifying dross ;
Pan. Is't possible ? no sooner got, but lost? No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
The devil take Antenor! the young prince will

Enter TROILUS.
go mad. A plague upon Antenor, I would, they
had broke's neck!

Pan, Here, here, here be comes.-Ah! sweet

ducks!
Enter CRESSIDA.

Cres. O Troilus ! Troilus !
Cres. How now? What is the matter Who

(Embracing him.
was here?

Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here ! Let
Pan. Ah ! ah !

me embrace too: 0 heart,-as the goodly say.
Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's ing is,-
my lord gone?

-O heart, O heavy heart,
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Par. 'Would I were as deep under the earth

Why sigh'st thou without breaking ?
as I am above !

where he answers again,
Cres. O the gods !-What's the matter :

Because thou canst not ease thy smart,
Par. Pr'ytbee, get thee in ; 'Would thou
had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be

By friendship, nor by speaking.
bis death :-0 poor gentleman 1-A plague upon There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast
Antenor!

away nothing, for we may live to have need of Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, such a verse; we see it, we see it.-How now, I beseech you, what's the matter?

lambs?
Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a
be gone ; thou art changed for Antenor: thou

purity,
must to thy father, and begone from Troilus ; That the bless'd gods—as angry with my fancy,
'twill be his death'; 'twill be bis bane ; he can- More bright in zeal than the devotion which
bot bear it.

Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from
Cres. O you immortal gods !-) will not go.

me.
Pan. Thou must.

Cres. Have the gods envy?
Cres. I will not, uncle : I have forgot my Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'us too plain a case.
father :

Cres. And is it true, that I must go from
I know Do touch of consanguinity;

Troy?
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Tro. A hateful truth.
As the sweet Troilus.-0 you gods divine !

Cres. What, and from Troilus too?
Make Cressid's name the very crown of false- Tro. From Troy and Troilus.
hood,

Cres. Is it possible?
If ever she leave Troilus ! Time, force, and death, Tro. And suddenly ; where injury of chance
Do to this body what extreines you can ; Puts back leave-talking, justles roughly by
Bat the strong base and building of my love All time of panse, rudely beguiles our lips
Is as the very centre of the earth,

of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Drawing

all things to it.-I'll go in, and Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows weep;

Even in the birth of our own labouring breath : Pan. Do, do.

We two, that with so many thousand sighs Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves praised cheeks,

With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, heart

Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

(Ereunt. With distinct breath and consign'do kisses to

He fumbles up into a loose adieu ;
SCENE III.-The same.-Before PANDARUS'

And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,

Distasted with the salt of broken + tears.
House.

Æne. (Within.) My lord ! is the lady ready?
Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ÆNEAS, DEIPHOBUS,

Tro. Hark! you are call'd: Some say, the

Genius so
ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.

Cries, Come ! to him that instantly must die.Per. It is great morning; and the hour pre-Bid them have patience ; she shall coine apon. fix'a

Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this Of her delivery to this valiant Greek

wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root ! Comes fast apon :-Good my brother Troilus,

(Exit PANDARUS. Tell you the lady what she is to do,

Cres. I must then to the Greeks 3
And haste her to the purpose.

Tro. No remedy.
Tro. Walk in to her bouse ;

Cres. A woefal Cressid 'mongst the merry
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:

When shall we see again?

(Greeks! And to his hand when I deliver ber,

Tro. Hear me, my love : Be thou but true of Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus

beart, A priest, there offering to it his own beart. Cres. I true! how now ? what wicked deem

· [Exit.

is this?
Par. I know what 'tis to love ;

Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!-- For it is parting from us :
Pienso you, walk in, my lords. (Ereunt. I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
• Seuse or feeling of relati nship.

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