Cres. 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.-O you gods divine! Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep ;- Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Before Pandarus' house 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 fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose. Tro. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [Exit. And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!-- [Exeunt. SCENE IV.The same. A room in Pandarus' house. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Cres. 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: Enter TROILUS. Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: 0 heart,—as the goodly saying is, -o heart, o heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not ease thy smart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was 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? Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Cres. What, and from Troilus too! Tro. From Troy, and Troilus. Is it possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Tro. Hark! you are call'd: Some say, 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! Cres. I must then to the Greeks? Tro. [Exit PAND. No remedy. Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart,— Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For it is parting from us : I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee; For I will throw my glove to death himself, My sequent protestation; be thou true, Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens !-be true, again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love; The Grecian youths are full of quality; They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Makes me afeard. Cres. O heavens! you love me not. Tro. Die I a villain then! In this I do not call your faith in question, To which the Grecians are most prompt and preg nant: But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted. Cres. Do you think, I will? Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Ene. [Within.] Nay, good my lord,—— Come, kiss; and let us part Par. [Within.] Brother Troilus! Tro. Good brother, come you hither; Cres. My lord, will you be true? Tro. Who I? alas, it is my vice, my fault : Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, Enter ENEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, DEIPHOBUS, and Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; |