As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. Troi. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor Troi. Is it concluded so? Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Troi. How my achievements mock me! 150 160 I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, bour Pandar Have not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt TROILUS, and ENEAS. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck! Enter CRESSIDA. Cre. How now? What is the matter? Who was here ? Pan. Ah, ah! 170 Cre. Cre. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. "Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above! Cre. O the gods !-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; Would thou had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death:O poor gentleman!—A plague upon Antenor! t Cre. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, 180 I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art chang'd for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cre. O you immortal gods !-I will not go. Cre. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity ; 190 No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep,- Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; 199 Crack Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt, SCENE III. Before PANDARUS' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, NEAS, DIOMEDES, &c. Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, And haste her to the purpose. Troi. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: A priest, there offering to it his own heart. Par. I know what 'tis to love; 210 [Exit TROILUS. [Exeunt. And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help! Please you, walk in my lords. SCENE SCENE IV. An Apartment in PANDARUS' House. Enter PANDARUS, and CRESSIDA, Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Cre. Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it ? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief; Enter TROILUS. 220 Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks! Cre. O Troilus! Troilus! Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it.-How now, lambs? Troi. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods-as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities-take thee from me. Cre. Have the gods envy? Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cre. And is it true, that I must go from Troy ? Cre. What, and from Troilus too? Troi. From Troy, and Troilus. Troi. And suddenly; where injury of chance 239 250 With distinct breath, and consign'd kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu; And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears. 261 Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? SO |