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. Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute Tro. Is it so concluded? you, Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, [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! Enter CRESSIDA. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! 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 would'st be his death :O poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor! Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thon 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; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Is as the very center of the earth, 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 Comes 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: A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Same. A Room in Pandarus' House. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. 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: 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! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: 0 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, By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it.-How now, lambs? Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods-as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from me. Cres. Have the gods envy? Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. And is it true, that I must go from Troy? Tro. A hateful truth. Cres. What, and from Troilus too? Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Is it possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? |