Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow! 30 Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Par. This is the most despightful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early? Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring this Greek To Calchas' house; and there to render him We shall be much unwelcome. Ene. That I assure you; I 40 Troilus Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Than Cressid borne from Troy. Par. There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time 50 Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. Ene. Good morrow, all. [Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,- Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her 60 71 Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman. Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris,-— For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, She She hath not given so many good words breath, 80 [Exeunt. SCENE II. PANDARUS' House. Enter TROILUS, and CRESSIDA. Troi. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cre. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. Trei. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, Cre. Good morrow then. Troi. I pr'ythee now, to bed. Cre. Are you aweary of me? Troi. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, has rouz'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cre. Night hath been too brief. 90 Troi. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays, I ij 100 As As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, Cre. Pr'ythee, tarry ;-you men will never tarry. Pan. [Within.] What's all the doors open here ? Troi. It is your uncle. Enter PANDARUS. Cre. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life 110 Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads?-Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cres sid? Cre. 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? Cre. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. 119 Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia!-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [One knocks. Cre. Did not I tell you would he were knock'd o' the head! Who's Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cre. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing. How earnestly they knock! -pray you, come in ; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Knock, 130 [Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter NEAS. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: What news with you so early? Ane. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. 139 Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn :-For my own part, I came in late :What should he do here? Ene. Who!nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: You'll be so true to him, to be false to him: Do not you know of him, but yet fetch him hither; Go. |