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Tro. O, 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 perform ; 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 they 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 reversion 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 bis truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus.
Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?
Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?
Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate
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 finch, 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 wood, 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?
(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.
Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon nie;
Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?
Pan. Leave!, an you take leave till to-morrow morning,
Cres. Pray you, content you.
What offends you, lady?
You cannot shun 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
so wisely. Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than
love; And fell so roundly to a large confession, To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise ; Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
Cres. In that I'll war with you.
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,