Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wish'd me thus? Cres. Wish'd, my Lord? O my Lord! The gods grant! Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? な Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Tro. Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly, 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. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's 's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing; but our undertakings; when we Yow 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 imonsters? 1 1 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 per fection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being boru, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Crèssid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truer than and what truth can speak truest, not Cres Troilus. • Will you walk in, my Lord? Pan. What blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Crés. dedicate Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I yon. 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, Í can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Y Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you"night and day, For many weary inonths. Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? With the first glance that ever Pardon me; 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, But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, Tro, And shall, albeit sweet musick issues thence. Pan Pretty, i'faith. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: I am asham'd; O heavens! what have I done? Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, →→→→→ bisonCres. Pray you, content you. Tro. What offends you, Lady? མཡཱ Cres. Let me go and try: I have a kind of self resides with you; Cres. Perchance, my Lord, I show more craft 8 aw And fell so roundly to a large confession, FloToo angle for your thoughts: But you are wise; Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, A Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. Tros O, that I thought it could be in a woman, (As,lif it can, I will presume in you,) dyd To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind A That doth renew swifter than blood decays! brī Might be affronted with the match and weight 1 am as true as truth's simplicity, When right with right wars who shall be most right! True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhy mes, Full of protest, of bath and big compare, As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, qe for As iron to 2 as all ter, th Yet, As truth As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse, Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,og bala 10 From false to false, among false maids in love, As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, g Part. 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 call'd to the world's end after my name call them all Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all bro kers-between 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, pressit 10 death away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, |