pi&ture. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner.---So, so; rúb on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm ! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you lhall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'th' river : go to, go to.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but she'll bereave you o'th' deeds too, if he call your activity in question. What, billing again? here's--In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire.

[Exit Pandarus. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wilh'd me thus ?

Cro. Wish'd, my lord ?-The gods grant !- my lord.

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ?

Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Tro. Fears make devils of cherubims; they never see truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that feeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason ftumbling without fear: To: fear the worst, oft cures the worst.

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monker.

Cre. 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 confin'd; that the desire is boundless, and the act a Nave to limit.

Cre. 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.

206 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

“ Tro. Are there such ? fuch are not we: Praise us « as we are tafted, allow us as we prove ; our head fhall

go bare, 'tilt merit crown it: no perfection in rever. “ fion fall have a praile in present: we will not name “ desert, before his birth ; and, being born, his addi“ tion shall be humble. Few words to fair faith : Troia “ lus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say “ worst, thall be a mock for his truth; and what truth “ can speak trueft, not truer than Troilus. Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing fill? have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

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't.

Tro. You know now your hostages ; your uncle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too : oor kindred, though they be leng ere they are wooed, they are conftant being won: they are bars, I can tell you ; they'll dick where they are thrown. Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings ma

heart :Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, For many weary months.

Tro. Why was my Crefsid then so hard to win?

Cre. 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 unbridl'd children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother : See, we fools!
Why have I blab’d? who fall be true to us,
When we are so unfecret to ourselves i
But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you 'not
And yet, good faith I withid myself a man i

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, fee, your filence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very foul of counsel : Stop my mouth.
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues thence.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Cre. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss :
I am alham'd ;- heavens, what have 1 done!
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

Tro. Your leave, fair Creid?
Pan. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow morn-

ing,
Cre. Pray you, content you.

[To Pan,
Tro. What 'offends you, lady
Cre. Sir, mine own company.
Tro. You cannot fun yourself.

Cre. Let me go. try :
I have a kind of self refides with you:
But an unkind self; that itself will leave,
To be another's foot. I would be gone :-
Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak fè

wisely.
Cre. Perchance, my lord, I how more craft than love ::
And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion,
To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise ;
And then you love not ; for to be wise, and love,
Exceeds man's might; that dwelts with gods above:

Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
As, if it can, I will presume in you)
To feed for aye her lamp and fames of love ;
To keep her conftancy in plight and youth,
Out-living beauty's outward, with a mind
That doch renew swifter than blood decays !
Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
of such a winnow'd purity in love;

How

i

How were I then uplifted ! but, alas,
I am as true as truth's fimplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth..

" Cre. In that I'll war with you.

" Tro. O virtuous fight, " When right with right wars who shall be most right!: “ True Twains in love shall, in the world to come,

Approve their truths by Troilus : when their rimes,
* Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
66 Want fimilies, truth tir'd with iteration.-
As true as steel, as plantage to the move,
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the center,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentic author to be cited,
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verses:
And fanctify the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be !
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When water-drops have worn the stones of Trogir
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dufty nothing; yet let memory,
From false to falle, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood! when they've faid-as falle
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her fon ;
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
As falfe as Creffid*

Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness. Here I hold

your here, my cousin's; If ever you prove fallè one to another, since I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goersbetween be call’d to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all inconftant men be Troilus's,

This scene is rich with very fanciful feeling ideas, worthy of par author, but Pendarus is a very great difgrace to them, and the conclusion is rather fulsome; Some lines are therefore marked for amifiton

hand;

all falfe women Creffids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, Amen.

Tro. Amen.
Cre. Amen.

• Par. Amen. Whereupon I will Mew you a cham« ber, and a bed; which bed, because it hall not speak 6 of your pretty encounters, press it to death : away.

[Exeunt Tro, and Cre. " And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here " Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! (Exit.

SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Inter Agamemnon, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, Diomed,

Ajax, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompence. Appear it to your mind, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, I have abandon’d Tray, left my. poffeffions, Jocurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, From certain and posseft conveniences, To doubtful fortunes ; fequeft'ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; And here, to do you service, am become As new unto the world, ftrange, unacquainted : I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promile, Which, you say, live to come in my

behalf. Age. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make

demand.
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call's Antenor,
Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore)
Defir'd my Cresid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd : But this Antenor,
I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,
That their negociations all muft slack,
Wanting his manage ; and they will almost