Enter ENEAS. ENE. Good-morrow, lord, good-morrow. PAN. Who's there? my lord Eneas? 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, say you? 't is more than I know, I'll be sworn: 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 y' are 'ware. 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, enter TROILUS. TRO. How now? what's the matter? ENE. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: There is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor TRO. Is it concluded so? 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, The devil [Exeunt TROILUS and ENEAS. PAN. Is 't possible? no sooner got but lost? take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck. Enter CRESSIDA. CRES. How now? what's the matter? who was here? PAN. Ah, ah! CRES. Why sigh 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! CRES. O the gods!-what's the matter? Pan. Prithee, get thee in. 'Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his death:-O poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor! CRES. 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; 't will be his death; 't will be his bane; he cannot bear it. CRES. O you immortal gods!—I will not go. PAN. Thou must. CRES. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, But the strong base and building of my love Is as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all things to it.-I will go in and weep;— PAN. Do, do. 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, the lady what she is to do, Tell you And haste her to the purpose. TRO. Walk in to her house; I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: And to his hand when I deliver her, And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!— Please lords. [Exit. [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? Enter TROILUS. PAN. Here, here, here he comes, a sweet duck! CRES. O Troilus! Troilus! PAN. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying is,— O heart, 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 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 TRO. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods,-as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me. CRES. Have the gods envy? PAN. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 't is too plain a case. CRES. And is it true that I must go from Troy? CRES. What, and from Troilus too? Is 't possible? TRO. From Troy and Troilus. TRO. And suddenly; where injury of chance 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 Grecians? [Exit PANDARUS. 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? I speak not," be thou true," as fearing thee; 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; Their loving well compos'd with gift of nature, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) 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 pregnant: There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, TRO. NO. But something may be done that we will not: |