My matter is so rash: there is at hand Tro. 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! Ene. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature Have not more gitt 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 his neck. Enter CRESSIDA. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ha! 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 hadst ne'er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his death:-O poor gentleman!-A plague upon An tenor! 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 be gone 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; • Hasty. + Sense or feeling of relationship. Make Cressid's, name the very crown of false hood, If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, But the strong base and building 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. SCENE III-The same.-Before Pandarus' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Come fast upon:-Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk into her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. Par. I know what 'tis to love; And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help ! Please you, walk in, my lords. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-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 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 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. Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows Ene. [Within.] My lord, is the lady ready? nius so Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.- Sealed. + Interrupted. 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 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 deem is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For it is parting from us: speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; Cres. O, you shall be exposed, 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? The Grecian youths are full of quality $; And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Cres. O heavens! you love me not. In this I do not call your faith in question, nant: + Spot. Surmise. Following. But I can tell, that in each grace of these But something may be done, that we will not: Ene. [Within.] Nay, good my lord,- Tro. Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault: Enter ENEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, DEIPHOBUS, and Welcome, Sir Diomed! Here is the lady, Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece, She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, I'll cut thy throat. * Gate. + Inform. |