you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watch'd ere you be made tame, muft you? come your ways, come your ways; if you draw backward we'll put you i'th' files: Why do you not speak to her ? Come draw this curtain, and let's fee your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark you'd clofe fooner. So, fo, rub on, and kifs thy mistress; how now, a kiss in fee-farm? build there, carpenter, the air is fweet. Nay, you fhall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The faulcon as good as the tercel, for all the ducks i'th' river go to, go to.

Troi. You have bereft me of all words, Lady.

A

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of deeds too, if the call your activity in queftion: what, billing again? here's in witness whereof the parties interchangeably- come in, come in, I'll go get

a fire..

[Exit Pandarus.

Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord? Trol. O Creffida, how often have I wifht me thus ! Cre. Wifht, my Lord! The Gods grant-O, my Lord! Troi. What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption? what dreg efples my too curious fweet Lady in

the fountain of our love?

Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Troi. Fears make devils of cherubims, they never fee truly.

Cre. Blind fear, which feeing reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind reafon ftumbling without fear. To fear the worft, oft cures the worst.

Troi. O let my Lady apprehend no fear, in all Cupid's pageant there is prefented no monster ?

Cre. Nor nothing monftrous neither ?

Troi. Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow to weep feas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tygers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devife impofition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is the monftrofity in love, Lady, that the will is infinite, and the

Alluding to the cuftom of putting the men fufpected of cowardice in the middle places.

xecution

execution confin'd; that the defire is boundlefs, and the act a flave to limit.

Cre. They fay all lovers fwear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of ten; and difcharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters ?

Troi. Are there fuch? fuch are not we : praise us as we are tafted, allow us as we prove: our head fhall go bare, 'till merit crown it; no perfection in reverfion fhall have a praise in prefent; we will not name defert before his birth, and being born, his addition fhall be humble; few words to fair faith. Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffida, as what envy can fay worst shall be a mock 'fore his truth; and what truth can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my Lord ?

SCENE V. Enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking

yet?

Cre. 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 he flinch, chide me for it.

Troi. 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 woo'd, they are conftant being won they are burrs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart :
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day,
For many weary months.

Trai. Why was my Creffid then fo hard to win?
Cre. Hard to feem won: but I was won, my Lord,
With the first glance that ever-pardon me-
If I confefs much, you will play the tyrant:
I love you now, but not 'till now fo much
But I might mafter it-in faith I lie
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown

Too head-ftrong for their mother; fee, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who fhall be true to us
When we are fo unfecret to our felves?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not,
And yet good faith I wifht my felf a man:
Or that the women had mens privilege

Of speaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I fhall furely speak

The thing I fhall repent; fee, fee, your filence
(Cunning in dumbnefs) from my weakness draws
My very foul of counfel. Stop my mouth.

Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet musick iffues thence.

Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Cre. My Lord, I do befeech you pardon me ;
'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kifs :
I am afham'd; -O heav'ns, what have I done!-
For this time will I take my leave, my Lord.
Troi. Your leave, fweet Creffid?

[Kiffing

[ing

Pan. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow-morn

Cre. Pray you, content you.

Troi. What offends you, Lady?

Cre. Sir, mine own company.
Troi. You cannot fhun your felf.
Cre. Let me go try:

I have a kind of felf refides with you:
But an unkind felf, that it felf will leave,
To be another's fool. Where is my wit?

I would be gone: I fpeak I know not what.

[wifely.

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that speak fo
Gre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more craft than love,

And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion,

To angle for your thoughts: but you are wife,

A fign you love not: To be wife and love,

Exceeds man's might, and dwells with Gods above.
Troi. O that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will prefume in you,)
To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her conftancy in plight and youth,
Out-living beauties outward, with a mind

That

That doth renew fwifter than blood decays!
Oh that perfwafion could but thus convince me!
That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of fuch a winnów'd purity in love:
How were I then up-lifted! but alas,
I am as true as truth's fimplicity,
And fimpler than the infancy of truth.
Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Troi. O virtuous fight!

True fwains in love fhall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus; when their rhymes,
Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimilies; truth tired with iteration,
As true as fteel, as plantage to the moon,
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to th' center:
Yet after all comparisons of truth,

As truth's authentick author to be cited
As true as Troilus fhall crown up the verse
And fanctifie the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be !

If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot it self,
When water-drops have worn the ftones of Troy,
And blind oblivion fwallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterlefs are grated
To dufty nothing; yet let memory,

From falfe to falfe, among falfe maids in love,
Upbraid my falfehood; when they've faid as falfe
As air, as water, wind, as fandy earth;
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf;
Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her fon;
Yea let them fay, to ftick the heart of falsehood,
As falle as Creffid.-

It was heretofore the prevailing opinion that the production and growth of Plants depended much upon the influences of the Moon: and the rules, and directions given for fowing, planting, grafting, and pruning, had reference generally to the changes, the increase, or waining of the Moon,

Pan,

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it, I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's ; if ever you prove falfe to one another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandarş: let all inconftant men be Troilus's, all falfe women Creffida's, and all brokers-between Pandars: say Amen,

Troi. Amen!

Cre. Amen!

Pan. Amen! Whereupon I will fhew you a chamber with a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, prefs it to death away.

And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here,
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!

[Exeunt,

SCENE VI. The Grecian Camp.

Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Menelaus, and Calchas.

Cal. Now, Princes, for the fervice I have done you,
Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud
To call for recompence: appear it to you
That, through the fight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon'd Troy, left my poffeffion,
Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos'd my felf,
From certain and poffeft conveniencies,
To doubtful fortunes; fequeftred from all,
That time, acquaintance, cuftom, and condition,
Made tame and most familiar to my nature:
And here to do you fervice am become

As new into the world, ftrange, unacquainted.
I do befeech you, as in way of tafte,
To give me now a little benefit,

Out of thofe many registred in promise,
Which you fay live to come in my behalf.

Aga. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan ? make demand,

Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor,

Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.

Oft-have you, (often have you thanks therefore)
Defir'd my Creffid in right great exchange,

Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: but this Antenor,
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