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Tro. Are they such 7 such are not we: Praise | Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our That doth renew swifter than blood decays! head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no per-Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,fection in reversion shall have a praise in pre-That my integrity and truth to you sent: we will not name desert, before his birth, Might be affronted with the match and weight and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Of such a winnow'd purity in love; Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such How were I then uplifted! but alas, to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be I am as true as truth's simplicity, a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak And simpler than the infancy of truth. Cres. In that 'll war with you. truest, not truer than Troilus. Tro. O virtuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right?

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord 7

Re-enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?

Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit. 1 dedi

cate 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 he 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, 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 For many weary months.

Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,

With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ;-
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
I love you now; but not, till now, so much
But I might master it :-in faith, I lie;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a nan;
Or that we women had men's privilege

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue;
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel: Stop my mouth.
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues
thence.

Pan. Pretty, i' faith.

Cres. My lord, 1 do beseech you pardon me!
"Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
I am aslam'd;-O'heavens! what have I done 7
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid?'

Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,

Cres. Pray you, content you.
Tro.

True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,

Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want símiles of truth, tir'd with iteration,-
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentick author to be cited,
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.
Cres.

Prophet may you be !
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as
false

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son;
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
As false as Cressid.

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 bro-
kers-between Pandars! say, amen.
Tro. Amen.

Cres. Amen.

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show yon a chamber and a bed, 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, Pandar to provide this geer!

[Exeunt SCENE III. The Grecian Camp.

What offends you, lady ? Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor,

Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro.

Yourself.

Cres. Let me go and try:

You cannot shun

1 have a kind of self resides with you;
But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
To be another's fool. I would be gone:
Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
Tro. Well know they what they speak, that
speak so wisely.

Crcs. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft
than love;

And fell so roundly to a large confession,

To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise;
Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love,
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods

above.

Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will presume in you,)
To feed tor aye her lamp and flames of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,

Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas.

Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done

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mind,

That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove
I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself,
From certain and possess'd conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes: sequest'ring from me all
That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,
Made tame and most familiar to my nature;
And here, to do you service, am become
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:
I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many register'd in promise.
Which you say, live to come in my behalf.
Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan
make demand.

Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd An

tenor,

Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,)
Desir'd niy Cressid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath still denied: But this Antenor.
I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,
That their negotiations all must slack,
Wanting his manage; and they will almost,
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priani,
In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
And he shall buy my daughter, and her pre-

sence

Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In most accepted pain.
Agam.
Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have,
What he requests of us-Good Diomed,
Furnish you fairly for this interchange:
Withal, bring word-If Hector will to-morrow
Be answer'd in h challenge; Ajax is ready.
Din. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
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:
I 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 med'cinable,

To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink;
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along;
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with
me?

You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst
Troy.

Agam What says Achilles? would he aught with us?

Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?

Achil

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No.

[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Menelaus. Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? A jar. How now, Patroclus? Achil Good morrow, Ajax. Ajar.

Achil. Good morrow. Ajax.

Ha? Ay, and good next day too. [Eat Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?

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

To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep
To holy altars.

Achil

What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,

Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer;
And no' a man, for being simply man,

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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.

This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not, but commends itself To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's forin. For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd, and is married there Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,

It is familiar; but at the author's drift:
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves-
That no man is the lord of any thing,
(Though in and of him there be much consist-
ing,)

Till he communicate his parts to others:
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them form'd in the applause
Where they are extended; which, like an arch,
reverberates

The voice again or like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in
this;

And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax.

Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what, things there are,

Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-

morrow,

An act that very chance doth throw upon him,—
Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
While some men leave to do!

How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
To see these Greecian lords !-why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great Troy shrinking.

Achil. I do believe it: for they passed by me, As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past: which are
devour'd

As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way:
For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue: If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost :-

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'errun and trampled on: Then what they do
in present,

Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop

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past;

And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

The present eye praises the present object:
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might; and yet it may again,
If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods them-
selves,

And drave great Mars to faction.
Achil.

I have strong reasons.
Ulyss.

Of this my privacy

But 'gainst your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical: "Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters.

Achil.

Ha! known?

Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
The providence that's in a watchful state,
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold;
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps;
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the
gods,

Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with whom relation
Durst never meddle) in the soul of state;
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath or pen can give expressure to:
All the commerce that you have had with Troy,
As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much,
To throw down Hector, than Polyxena:
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our islands sound her trump;
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,-
Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break.

Exit.

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man

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Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

Patr.

O, then beware! Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves :

Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Achil. Go call Thersites hithe, sweet Patrocius:
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
To invite the Trojan lords, after the combat,
To see us here unarm'd: 1 have a woman's
longing,

An appetite that I am sick withal,

To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;
To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd!'
Enter Thersites.

Ther. A wonder! Achil. What?

Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, askin for himself.

Achil. How so?

Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an he roical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

Achil. How can that be 7

Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea cock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetick but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a po litick regard, as who should say-there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's un done for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break it himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. Wha think you of this man, that takes me for the gen eral ? He is grown a very landfish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.

Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.

Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.

Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the ag nanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-sver times-honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great jax. Ther. Humph!

Patr. I come from the wor hy Achilles,-
Ther. Ha!

Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent

Ther. Humph!

Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga memnon.

Ther. Agamemnon ? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha!

Patr. What say you to't?

Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.
Patr. Your answer, sir.

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven
o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever,
he shall pay for me ere he has me.
Patr. Your answer, sir.

Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What musick will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.

Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for
that's the more capable creature.
Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd:
And I myself see not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus.
Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were
clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I
had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a va-
liant ignorance.
[Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Troy. A Street.
Enter, at one side, Eneas, and Servant with a
Torch; at the other, Paris, Deiphobus, Ante-
nor, Diomedes, and others, with Torches.
Par. See, ho! who's that there?
Dei.

'Tis the lord Æneas.
Ene. Is the prince there in person 7-
Had I so good occasion to lie long,
As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly

ness

Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,,
With the whole quality wherefore I fear,
We shall be much unwelcome.
Ene.
That I assure you;
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Par.
There is no help;
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.
Ene. Good morrow, all.

Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true,

Even in the soul of sound goort-fellowship,-
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Myself, or Menelaus?
Both alike:

Dio.

He merits well to have her, that doth seek her
(Not making any scruple of her soilure,)
With such a hell of pain, and world of charge;
And you as well to keep her, that defend her
(Not palating the taste of her dishonour)
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends:
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamedpiece:
You, like a lecher, out of whorish foins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me,
Paris,-

For every false drop in her bawdy veins

A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak,
She hath not given so inany good words breath,
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
busi-Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
But we in silence hold this virtue well,-
We'll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way.
[Exeunt.

Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord
Eneas.

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand;
Witness the process of your speech, wherein

SCENE II.

You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, The same. Court before the House of Pandarus. Did haunt you in the field.

Ene.
Health to you, valiant sir,
During all question of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute.

Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health:
But when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life,
With all my force, pursuit, and policy.

Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward.-In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in such a sort,
The thing he means to kill more excellently.
Dio. We sympathise :-Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
But in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound; and, that to-morrow!
Ene. We know each other well.

Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse.
Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early?

Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, know not.

Par. His purpose meets you: 'Twas to bring
this Greek

To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us: I constantly do think
(Or, rather, call my thoughts a certain know-
ledge,)

My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;

Enter Troilus and Cressida.

Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is

cold.

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You men will never tarry.
IO foolish Cressid!-I might have still held off,
And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's
one up.

Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors open here?

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Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden- Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth heads --Here, you maid? where's my cousin as I am above! Cressid?

Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking
uncle!

You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
Pan. To do what? to do what 7-let her say
what: what have I brought you to do 7
Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll
ne'er be good,

Nor suffer others.

Cres. O the gods !-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou hadst ne'er been born: I knew, thou would'st be his death:-O poor gentleman -A plague upon Antenor!

Cres. Good uncle, 1 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 Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capoc-must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; chia-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane: he cannot naughty man, let it sleep Ta bugbear take him! bear it. [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you ?-'would he were knock'd o' the head?

Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.-
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily,
Tro. Ha, ha!

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.
Pan. [Going to the door. ] Who's there? what's
the matter? will you beat down the door 7 How
now? what's the matter?

Enter Eneas.

Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early?

Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here?

Ene. Conie, he is here, my lord, do not deny

him;

It doth import aim 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?

Ene. 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: 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?
Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute

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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,
As the sweet Troilus.-O you gods divine!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of false-
hood,

If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.—I'll go in, and weep ;-
Pan. Do, do.

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

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Par. I know what 'tis to love;
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!-
Please you, walk in, my lords.

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?

of The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong

They are at hand, and ready to effect it.
Tro. How my achievements mock me!
I will go meet them; and, my Lord Æneas,
We met by chance; you did not find me here.
Ene. Good, good, my lord: the secrets of

nature

Have not more gift 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's neck!

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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:
My love admits no qualifying dross:
No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
Enter Troilus.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet
ducks!

Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let
Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! ¡Embracing him.
me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying
O heart, O heavy heart,
Why sigh'st thou without breaking
where he answers again,

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Because thou canst not ease thy smart,
By friendship, nor by speaking.

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