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The bitter disposition of the time
• Both alike:
Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris,
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
[Ereunt. SCENE II. The same. Court before the House of PANDARUS.
Enter Troilus and CRESSIDA. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates.
Trouble him not;
Good morrow then.
Are you aweary of me? Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak’d by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres.
Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wigbts she
one up. Pan. [Within] What, are all the doors open here? Tro. It is your uncle.
Enter PANDARUS! Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life,
Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? Here, you maid! where's my cousin 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?-let her say what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, coine; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er
be good, Nor suffer others.:
Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia! -hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naugbly man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking.
We must give up to Diomedes'"hand
Is it so concluded ?
Tro. How my achievements mock me!
Æne. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of natnre Have not more gift in taciturnity.'
[Exeunt Troilus and Æneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The đevil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor: I would, they had bro! neck!
Enter CRESSIDA. Cres. How now? Wbat is the matter? Wbo was here? Pan, Ah, ah! Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord
gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Pun. '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 wouldst be his death :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, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'lwill be his bane; be cannot bear it.
Cres. O you immortal gods !-I will not go.
Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father ;
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,' .
Pan. Do, do.
cheeks; Crack niy clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.
SCENE 1II. The same. Before PANDARUS' House. Enter Paris, TROILUS, Æneas, DeiPHOBUS,
ANTENOR, und DIOMEDES. .
Comes fast upon :-Good, my brother Troilus,
* Walk in to her house;
Par. I know what 'tis to love;
Enter PANDARUS and Cressida.
Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?