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Cref. 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.
- 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 woo'd, 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
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day,
Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
('res. 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 man; 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,
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues thence.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.
Ores. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid?
Pan. Leave! . an you take leave till to-morrow morning,
Cres. Pray you, content you.
Tro. What offends you, lady?
Cres. Sir, mine own company.
Tro. You cannot shun
Cres. Let me go and try:
Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak so wisely.
Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than
And. fell so roundly to a large confession,
Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Out living beauty's outward, with a mind That doth renew swifter than blood decays! Or, that persuasion could but thus Convince me,— That my integrity and truth to you Might be affronted27 with the match and weight Of such a winnow'd purity in love; How were I then uplifted! but, alas, I am as true as truth's simplitity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
Cres. In that I'll war wiih you.
Tro. O virtuous fight,
When right with right wars who shall be most right!
Cres. Prophet may you be!
If 1 be false, or swerve a hair from truth.