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o'th' head!--who's that at door?-good uncle, go and see!--my lord, come you again into my cham.
-you smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Troi. Ha, ha
Cre. Come, you are deceived, I' think of no such thing. How earnestly they knock-pray you, come in. (Knock.) I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
(Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door; how now? what's the matter ?
Pan. Who's there ? my lord Æneas ? by my Proth, I knew you not; what news with you so early?
Æne. Is not Prince Troilus 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 : what should he do here?
Æne. Pho !--nay, then :come, come, you'll do him wrong, ere y'are aware : you'll be so true to him, to be false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go.
As Pandarus is going out.
Æne. My lord, I scarce have leasure to salute you,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
Troi. Is it concluded so ?
Æne. By Priam, and the general State of Troy,
Troi. How my atchievements mock me!
Æne. Good, good, my lord; the secretest of natures. Have not more gift in taciturnity.
Enter Cressida to Pandarus.
Prince will go mad:
: a plague upon Antenor ! I would, they had broke's neck.
Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here? Pan. Ah, ah! :::
Cre. Why sigh you fo 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 hadft De'er been born: I knew, thou would'ft be his death. 0
poor gentleman! a plague upon Antenor ! Cre. 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 chang'd for Antenor ; thou must go to thy father, and be gone from Troilus : 'twill be his. death ; 'twill be, his bane; he cannot bear it. Cre. O
immortal Gods! I will not go. Pan. Thou muft.
Cre. I will not, uncle : I've forgot my father,
As the sweet Troilus. O you Gods divine !
I'll go and weep,
cheeks. Crack my clear voice with fobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I'll not go from Troy. (Exeunt.
S CE N E V.
Before Pandarus's House. Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor,
and Diomedes. Par. I T is great morning and the hour prefixt
Comes faft upon us : good my brother Troilus,
Troi. Walk into her house:
Par. I know, what 'tis to love ;
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
The grief is fine, full, perfect that I taste,
sweet duck! Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! let me
embrace too: Oh heart, (as the goodly saying is ;)
Oh heart, O heavy heart,
Why sigh'st thou without breaking ? where he answers again ;
Because thou can's not ease thy smart,
By friendship, nor by Speaking. There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it. How now, lambs?
Troi. Crefid, I love thee in so strange a purity,
Cre. Have the Gods envy?
Troi. And suddenly: whilc injury of chance
Our lock'd embraces, strangles our dear vows,
Æneas. (within.] My lord, is the lady ready ?
Troi.Hark! you are call'd. Some fay, the Genius so Cries, come, to him that instantly must die. Bid them have patience ; she shall come anon.
Pan. Where are my tears ? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root.
[Exit Pandarus. Cre. I must then to the Grecians? Troi. No remedy.
Cre. A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks ! When shall we see again? Troi. Hear me, my love ; be thou but true of
Troi. Nay, we must use ex poftulation kindly,
Cre. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers