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“ (Not palating the taste of her dishonour) With such a costly loss of wealth and friends : “ He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up “ The lees and dregs of a fat tamed.piece ; You, like a letcher, out of whorish loins Are pleas’d to breed out your inheritors : “ Both merits poiz’d, each weighs nor less nor more ; " But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman.

Dio. She's bitter to her couotry: Hear me, Paris, “ For every false drop in her bawdy veins « A Greciax's life hath sunk; for every scruple “ Of her contaminated carrion weight A Trojan bath teen flain ; since the could speak, “ She hath not given so many good words breath, As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.

Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, " Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: “ But we in silence hold this virtue well, " We'll not commend what we intend not sell. • Here lies our way.


SCENE IL. The fame. Court of Pandarus's House.

Enter Troilus, and Cressida. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.

Cre. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down; He Mall unbolt the gates.

Tro. Trouble him not;
To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants' empty of all thought!

Cre. Good morrow, then.
Tro. I pr’ythee 110w, to bed.
Cre. Are you aweary of me?

Tro. O Cressida, but that the busy day,
Wak'd by the lark, hath 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,

Tro. Belhrew the witch! with venomous wights the

As tediously as hell ; but fies the grasps of love,
With wings more momentary swift than thought:
You will catch cold, and curse me.

Cre. Pr’ythee, tarry ;
You men will never tarry :
O foolish Cressida ! I might have still held off,
And then you would have tarry’d. Hark, there's one upo

Pan. [within.) What ! all the doors open here! Tro. It is your uncle.

Cre. A peitilence on him! now will he be mocking; 66 I shall have such a life.

Enter Pandarus.

" Pan. How now, how now i how go maiden

" heads ? • Here, you maid ! where's my cousin Cresid? Cre. Go, hang yourself, you naughty mocking

! uncle ! “ You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.

Pan. To do whate 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, 46 Nor suffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha ! - Alas, poor wench! a poor capoorchia! haft, not slept to-night? would he not, “ naughty man, let it sleep? a bug-bear take him! Cre. Did not I tell you ?-?would he were knock'd " o'the head !

[Knocking heard. • Who's that at door i-good ancle, go and see.“ My lord, come you again


my chamber : " You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.,

" Tro. Ha, ha! “ Cre. Come, you're deceiv'd, I think of no such “ thing:

[Knocking again. " How earnestly they knock !--pray you, come in ; “ I would not for half Troy have you seen here.

“[Exeunt Tro. and Cre,


Par. [going to the Door.] Who's there? what's the

matter : will you beat down the doors Copening it.] " How now? what's the matter i

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« Enter Æneas.
Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow.

Pan. Who's there ? my lord Æneas? by my troth, “ I know you not : What news with you so early :

Æne. Is not prince Troilus here !
" Pan. Here! what Tould he do here?

Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; " It doth import him much, to speak with me.

Pan. Is he here, say you ? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn :--for my own part, I came in late :of what should be do here?

fat. Pho ! nay, then:= ". Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are ware : “ You'll be fo true to him, to be false to him: Do not you know of him, but yet fetch him bither;

[As Pandarus is going out,

Exter Troilus.
Tro. How now ? what's the matter f?
Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to falute you,
My matter is so ralh : there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us ; and for him forthwith,
Ere the first facrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The lady Creffida.

Tro. Is it so concluded!
Æne. By Priam, and the general state of Troy:
They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Tro. How my atchievements mock me !
I will go meet them : and, my lord Æneas,
We met by chance ; you did not find me here.

+ To abridge indecency, trifling, and fuperfuity, we have marked what precedes for omiflion.


Æne. Good, good my lord, the secret't things of Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt Tro, and Æne, Pan. Is't possible ? no fooner got, but loft. The devil take Antexor! 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. Ha, ah ! Cre. Why figh 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 i

Pan. Prythee, get thee in ; 'would thou had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be his death :-0, poor gentleman !-A plague upon Antenor ! Cre. Good uncle, I beseech


knees, '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.
Pan. Thou must.
Cre. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of consanguinity;
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me,
As the sweet Troilus.- you gods divine,
Make Cresid's name the very crown of falfhood,
If ever the leave Troilus! Íime, force, and death,
Do to this body what extreams you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,

all things to it. I'll go in, and weep :Pan. Do, do. Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks ; L 4


on my

Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart
With founding Troilus. I will not go from Troy t.

[Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. Before Pandarus’ House. Enter Æneas, Paris, Troilus, Diomed, and others.

Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon :-now, good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what Me is to do,
And hate her to the purpose.

Tro. Walk in to her house ;
I'll bring her to the Grecian prefently:
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus
A priest, there off'ring to it his own heart. [Exit Tro.

Par. I know what 'tis to love ;
And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Please you, walk in, my lords.

[Exeunt, SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the fame.

Enter Pandarus, and Creflda.
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:
My love admits no qualifying dross ;
No more my grief in such a precious loss.

Enter Troilus.
Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah, fweet ducks!
Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! [tbrorving berself upon him.

+ Cresfida should have elegant delicacy, ano confiderable powers of expression,

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