Enter PANDARUS.

Cref. A peftilence on him! now will he be mocking: I fhall have fuch a life,

Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads? -Here, you maid! where's my coufin Creffid?

Cref. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.

Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what: what have I brought you to do?

Cref. Come, come; befhrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,

Nor fuffer others.

Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia !— haft not flept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it fleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cref. Did not I tell you?-'would he were knock'd o'the

head!

Who's that at door? good uncle, go and fee.

My lord, come you again into my chamber :

You fmile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Tro. Ha, ha!

Cref. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no fuch

thing.

[Knocking: How earnestly they knock !-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you feen here.

[Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter?

Enter ENEAS.

Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow.

Pan.

Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early?

Ene. Is not prince Troilus here?

Pan. Here! what should he do here?

Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak 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. Who!-nay, then :—

Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware :
You'll be fo true to him, to be falfe to him:

Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hither;
Go.

As PANDARUS is going out, Enter TROILUS.

Tro. How now? what's the matter?

Ene My lord, I fcarce have leisure 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.

Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it.

Tro. How my achievements mock me !

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

Ene. Good, good, my lord; the fecrets of nature

Have not more gift in taciturnity.

[Exeunt TROILUS and

NEAS.

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 CRESSIDA.

Cref. How now? What is the matter? Who was here? Pan. Ah, ah!

Cref. 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?

Cref. 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:-O poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor!

Cref. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees,

I beseech you, what's the matter?

Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.

Cref. O you immortal gods!—I will not go.

Pan. Thou must.

Cref. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of confanguinity;

No kin, no love, no blood, no foul so near me,
As the sweet Troilus.-O you gods divine!
Make Creffid's name the very crown of falfehood,
If ever the leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can ;

But

But the ftrong base 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,

Cref. 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The fame. Before Pandarus' Houfe.

Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.

Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd

Of her delivery to this valiant Greek

Comes faft upon :— -Good my brother Troilus,

Tell you the lady what she is to do,

And hafte her to the purpose.

Tro.

Walk in to her house;

I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
And to this hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilus
A priest, there offering 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

The fame. A Room in Pandarus' House.

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.

Pan. Be moderate, be inoderate.

Cref. 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 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 dross ;
No more my grief, in fuch a precious loss.

Enter TROILUS.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah fweet ducks!

Cref. O Troilus! Troilus!

[Embracing bim.

Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart, as the goodly faying is,

o heart, o heavy heart,

Why fight thou without breaking?

where he answers again,

Because thou canst not eafe thy fmart,

By friendship, nor by speaking.

There never was a truer rhyme. Let us caft away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verfe; we fee it, we fee it.-How now, lambs?

Tro. Creffid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,

That the blest gods-as angry with my fancy,

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