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out fear. To fear the worst, oft cures the worse.
Troi. O let my lady apprehend no fear ; in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no moniter.
Cre. Nor nothing inonitrous neither?
Troi. Nothing but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tamne tygers; thinking it barder for our mistress to devise impofition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty impoled. This is the monstrosity in love, Lady, that the wil is in inite, and the execurion confind; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to Liinit.
Cre. They fay all lovers (wear more performance than they are able; and yet reserve an ability, that they never perform: vawing 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 hareş, are they not monsters?
Troj Are there fuch? such are not we. Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove : our head fall go bare 'till merit crown it; no perfection in feverlion (hall have a praile in prelent; we will not Dame delert before his birth, and, being born, his. audition shall be humble ; few words to fair faith. Troilus shall be such to Cretliua, as what envy can fav worst, shall be a inock for his truth , and wbar truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus.)
Cre, Will you walk in, my Lord?
SC E N E.
Cr: Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate
if my Lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me. Be true to my Lord;
he finch, chide ine for it.
. Tou know now your hostages ; your unch's
for that ;
dred, though they be long ere ihey are woo'd, they are constant, being won They are burrs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown. Cre Boldnes comes to me now, and brings me
heart. Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, For many weary monils.
Trok. Why was my Cresid then so hard to win?
Cre. Hardio leem won; but I was won, my Lord, With the first glance that ever- Pardon me If I confefs much, you will play the tyrant. I love you now, bu: not till 110w so much But I might master it- in faith I lic My thoughts were, like urbridled children, grown. Too head trong for their mother See, we fools! Wlay have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, When we are so unft dret to ourselves? But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;: And yei, good falili, I willi'd myself a man, Or that we wonnen had men's privilege Of speaking first Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For in this rapiure I Mall surely speak The thing I fhall repent. See, see, your filence, . Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws My very foul of counlel. Siop my mouth.
Troi And all, albeir sweet music illues thence. Pan. Preity, i'faith.
Cre. My Lori', I do beseech you, pardon ine;
Troi. Your lea' e, fiveet Crellid?
Cre. Let me go and try.
I would be gone. I speak I know not what.
: but you are wile,
Troi. O that I thought it could be in a yoman,
Gre. In that I'll war with you.
Troi. O virtuous fight !
Cre. Prophet may you be !
as foodage to the moon. Revisal. + Troilus, says he, shall crown the verse, as a man to be cited as the authentic author of truth, as one whose grotestations were irue to a proverb. Johnjes.
When Time is old and bath forgot itself,
Pan. Go to, a bargain made. Seal it, seal it, l'!! be the witness. Here i hold your hand; bere my cousin's. If ever you prove fulle to one another, since I have taken such pains to bring you 10gethery. let ali pitiful goers-between be call' io the world's end afier my name ; call them als Panders. Let all inconstant men be Troilus's, all falle women. Grejida's, and all brokers between Purders. Say, Amen,
Puu. Amen. Whereupon I will new you a bedchainber ; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death. Away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geer!
S CE N E VI.
Changes to the Grecian Camp.
Menelaus, and Calchas.
From certain and poffess'd conveniences,
Agout. Let Diomedes bear him,
„Dio This thall I undertake, and 'tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.
S CE N E VII.
Her presence, says Calchas, shall frike off, or recome perce the fervice I have done, even in the e la bours which were most accepted. Johnson.