"Pan. [going to the Door.] Who's there? what's the "matter will you beat down the door? [opening it.] "How now? what's the matter?

"Enter Æneas.

"Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. "Pan. Who's there? my lord Eneas? by my troth, "I know you not: What news with you fo early? "Ene. Is not prince Troilus here?

"Pan. Here! what fhould he do here?

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

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

"Ene. 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 hither; Go. [As Pandarus is going out,

"Enter Troilus.

"Tro. How now what's the matter †?

Ene. My lord, I fcarce have leifure to falute you, My matter is fo rafh: 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 fo concluded?

Ene. By Priam, and the general ftate 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 fuperfluity, we have marked what precedes for omiffion.

Ene. Good, good my lord, the fecret't things of

nature

Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt Tro. and Ene. Pan. Is't poffible? no fooner got, but loft. The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck.

Enter Creffida.

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?

Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'would thou had'ft ne'er been born! I knew, thou would't be his death :-0, poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor!

Cre. Good uncle, I befeech you on my 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 confanguinity;

No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me,
As the fweet Troilus.-O you gods divine,
Make Creid's name the very crown of falfhood,

If ever the leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extreams you can ;

But the ftrong bafe and building of my love

Is as the very centre of the earth,

Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep ;-
Pan. Do, do.

Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised

cheeks;

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 faft upon :-now, good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what he is to do,
And hafte her to the purpose.

Tro. Walk in to her houfe;

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 prieft, there off'ring to it his own heart.
Par. I know what 'tis to love;

And would, as I fhall pity, I could help !—
Please you, walk in, my lords.

[Exit Tro.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The fame. A Room in the fame.

Enter Pandarus, and Creffida.

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 fenfe as ftrong

As that which caufeth 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 drofs;
No more my grief in fuch a precious lofs.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah, fweet ducks! Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! [throwing herself upon him.

+Crefida fhould have elegant delicacy, and confiderable powers of expreffion.

"Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me ❝ embrace too, O beart,O beart, as the goodly faying is,O heart, O heavy heart, "Why figh'st thou without breaking?

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"where he answers again,

"Because thou can'ft not ease thy smart,
By friendship, nor by Speaking:

"there was never a truer rhime. Let us cast away no"thing, for we may live to have need of fuch a verfe; "we fee it, we fee it.-How now, lambs ?

Tro. Creffid, I love thee in fo ftrain'd a purity,
That the bleft 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?
Tro. A hateful truth.

Cre. What, and from Troilus too ?
Tro. From Troy, and Troilus.
Cre. Is't poffible?

Tro. And fuddenly; where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, juftles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents

Our lock'd embrafures, ftrangles our dear vows
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath:
We two, that with fo many thousand fighs
Did buy each other, muft poorly fell ourselves.
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious time now, with a robber's hafte,
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how :
As many farewels as be stars in heaven,

With diftinct breath and confign'd kiffes to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

And fcants us with a fingle famish'd kiss,

Diftafted with the falt of broken tears

This fpeech is truely Shakespearean, and very favourable to the aftor,

"Ene. [within.] My lord! lord Troilus! is the lady "ready?

"Tro. Hark! you are call'd: fome fay, the Genius fo. "Cries, Come, to him that inftantly must die."Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.

"Pan. Where are my tears? rain, rain, to lay this. "wind,

"Or my poor heart will be blown up by the root.
[Exit Pandarus.

Cre. I must then to the Grecians?
Tro. No remedy.

"Cre. A woeful Crefid 'mongst the merry Greeks.When shall we see again?

"Tro. Hear me, my love: be thou but true of heart"Cre. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? "Tro. Nay, we must use expoftulation kindly,

"For it is parting from us.

"I fpeak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
"For I will throw my glove to death himself,
"That there's no maculation in thy heart:
"But, be thou true, fay I, to fashion in
"My fequent proteftation; be thou true,
"And I will fee thee.

"Cre. O, you fhall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers"As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true.

"Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger.

"fleeve.

Wear this

"Cre. And you this glove. When fhall I fee you Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian centinels,

To give thee nightly vifitation.

But yet, be true.

Cre. O heavens! be true, again ?

Tro. Hear why I fpeak it, love: The Grecian youths

Are well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing,

And fwelling o'er with arts and exercise ;

How novelties may move, and parts with perfon,
Alas, a kind of godly jealoufy

(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin)
Makes me afeard.

Ce. O heavens !·

You love me bet.