o'th' 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. Troi. Ha, ha Cre. Come, you are deceived, I think of no fuch thing. How earneftly they knock-pray you, comé in. [Knock.] I would not for half Troy have you feen [Exeunt. Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door; how now? what's the matter ? here. Ane. YOOD-morrow, lord, good-morrow. Go Pan. Who's there? my lord Eneas? by my troth, I knew 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 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 fhould he do here?. Ene. Pho!-nay, then come, come, you'll do him wrong, ere y'are aware: you'll be so true to him, to be falfe to him: do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither, go. [As Pandarus is going out. Enter Troilus. Troi. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I fcarce have leafure to falute you, My matter is fo rafh: there is at hand Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, The Grecian Diomede, and our Antenor Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith, Ere the first facrifice, within this hour, We We must give up to Diomedes' hand Troi. Is it concluded fo? Ene. By Priam, and the general State of Troy, They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Troi. How my atchievements 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 fecreteft of naturesHave not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt. Enter Creffida to Pandarus. 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. Cre. How now? what's the matter? who was here?" Pan. Ah, ah! Cre. Why figh you fo profoundly? where's my lord? gone tell me, fweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth, as I am above! Gre. O the Gods! what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'would, thou hadft ne'er been born: I knew, thou would't be his death. O poor gentleman! a plague upon Antenor! Cre. Good uncle, I befeech you, on my knees, I befeech 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 you immortal Gods! I will not go. Cre. I will not, uncle: I've forgot my father, No kin, no love, no blood, no foul fo near me, As As the sweet Troilus. O you Gods divine! But the ftrong Bafe and Building of my Love Drawing all to it. I'll go 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'll not go from Troy. [Exeunt. Enter Paris, Troilus, Eneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes. Par. T is great morning and the hour prefixt Of her Delivery to this valiant Greek And hafte her to the purpufe. Troi. Walk into her house: And 'would, as I fhall pity, I could help! An Apartment in Pandarus's Houfe. Enter Pandarus and Creffida. Pan. BE moderate, be moderate. [Exeunt. Cre. Why tell you me of moderation ? The The grief is fine, full, perfect that I taste, No more my grief, in fuch a precious lofs. duck! Cre. O Troilus, Troilus! -a, fweet Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! let me embrace too: Oh heart, (as the goodly faying is ;) Oh heart, O heavy heart, Why fight thou without breaking? where he answers again; Because thou can't not cafe thy fmart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There was never a truer rhyme. Let us caft away Pan. Ay, ay, 'tis too plain a cafe. Cre. What, and from Troilus too? Cre. Is it poffible ? from Troy? Troi. And fuddenly: while injury of chance Our Our lock'd embraces, ftrangles our dear vows, And fcants us with a fingle famifh'd kifs, fo Eneas. [within.] My lord, is the lady ready? Troi. Hark! you are call'd. Some fay, the Genius so Cries, come, to him that inftantly muft die. Bid them have patience; fhe fhall come anon. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root. Cre. I must then to the Grecians? Troi. No remedy. [Exit Pandarus. Cre. A woful Creffid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Troi. Hear me, my love; be thou but true of heart Cre. I true! how now, what wicked Deem is this? I fpeak not, be thou true, as fearing thee: And I will fee thee. Cre. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers As infinite, as imminent: but, I'll be true. Troi. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this fleeve. Cre. |