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to her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now? a kiss in fee-farm? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nav, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river: go to, go to.
Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's—In witness whereof the parties interchangeably Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. ' [Exit Pandarus.
Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Cres. Wished, my lord ?—The gods grant!-0, my lord!
Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg ospies my sweet lady in the founlain of our love?
Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
Tro. Fears inake devils cherubins; they never see truly. i Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.
· Tro. 0, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.
Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither.
Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; 'when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers ; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,—that the will is infinite, and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perforin; vowing more than the perfection of
ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are ihey not monsters?
Tro. Are there such? such are not 'we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in réversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith : Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Re-enter PANDARUS. . Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talk ing yet?
Cres. 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 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,
Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to us,
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.. ** Cros. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : I am asham'd;-0 heavens! what have I done?For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid?
Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morn-
What offends you, lady?
You cannot shon Yourself.
Cres. Let me go and try: I 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
Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman
Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
O virtuous fight,
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When time is old and hath forgot itself, When water-drops have worn the stones of 'Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities ap, 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 call, 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 inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokersbetween Pandars! say, amen,'
Tro. Amen. Cres. Amen.
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you 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,
(Exeunt. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, Diomedes, Nestor,
AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your 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 : séquest'ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; And here, to do you service, ain become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : I do beseech you, as in way of laste, To give me now a little benefil, 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 Antenor, Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often bave you thanks therefore), Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor,